04-12-2019, 10:37 AM
[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 8pt;"]▶ CONRÍ Ó FAOLÁIN | current track ♪ | searching. . . | ![[Image: zgR219p.png]](https://i.imgur.com/zgR219p.png)
"Ouch," the muttered exclaimation shot out of the young wolf's maw. With a frown, the youth lifted a white paw, golden eyes scanning sharply for signs of injury. When he felt satisfied, he let it drop. With tail wagging and ears perked, the boy lowered his nose to the ground, conscious of the rocks that attacked his paw.
The mountain itself bore challenge and he planned on indulging it.
He was close, he knew. His stomach twisted as subconscious reminded him it was more hope than certainty. But anything sort of confidence was practically a plea for things to go south.
He had failed in tracking his triplet sister when she disappeared. He would not accept failure in tracking his older sister. She came this way, he was sure of it. Conrí had to be only a few steps behind her and that was the end of it.
When an invisible line halted his sniffing, the dire wolf faltered, coming to an abrupt stop. There, his golden eyes, lit by a fire of stubborn nature, finally lingered on the landscape stretching ahead, behind and around him. Lush grass, sprouting at spring's beckoning melted into snow-covered rock. The peaks stretched up to jab the sky, always out of reach.
She had to be out there somewhere. Conrí exhaled and tasted the bare trace of salt. An ocean must sit nearby. She's somewhere here. "Hey! Hello!?" The boy sat back on his hunches, throwing his voice into the wind, restless nature driving his paws kneading into the ground. God, he was tempted to just run by the scent warning.
[align=right]— you will remember me for centuries
"Ouch," the muttered exclaimation shot out of the young wolf's maw. With a frown, the youth lifted a white paw, golden eyes scanning sharply for signs of injury. When he felt satisfied, he let it drop. With tail wagging and ears perked, the boy lowered his nose to the ground, conscious of the rocks that attacked his paw.
The mountain itself bore challenge and he planned on indulging it.
He was close, he knew. His stomach twisted as subconscious reminded him it was more hope than certainty. But anything sort of confidence was practically a plea for things to go south.
He had failed in tracking his triplet sister when she disappeared. He would not accept failure in tracking his older sister. She came this way, he was sure of it. Conrí had to be only a few steps behind her and that was the end of it.
When an invisible line halted his sniffing, the dire wolf faltered, coming to an abrupt stop. There, his golden eyes, lit by a fire of stubborn nature, finally lingered on the landscape stretching ahead, behind and around him. Lush grass, sprouting at spring's beckoning melted into snow-covered rock. The peaks stretched up to jab the sky, always out of reach.
She had to be out there somewhere. Conrí exhaled and tasted the bare trace of salt. An ocean must sit nearby. She's somewhere here. "Hey! Hello!?" The boy sat back on his hunches, throwing his voice into the wind, restless nature driving his paws kneading into the ground. God, he was tempted to just run by the scent warning.
[align=right]— you will remember me for centuries
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｢ IF MY ARMOR BREAKS I'LL FUSE IT BACK TOGETHER ｣
battle symphony, please just don't give up on me
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:.1px;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"]conrí ó faoláin. fae squad. soldier boy. elysium. information.