12-14-2019, 08:59 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]A creature chose to follow- a painted wolf pup, timid yet curious. Courageous, one might venture to call her. The source of the phenomenon certainly would.
As she pursued, the puffs of air marked a path deeper into the forest, past the mountain. The breaths kept pace with the pup, remaining at roughly the same distance apart as the chase went on. After all, this was not an escape- this was a test, of sorts. The pup actually was familiar, thinking about it; she had also retrieved one of the gifts. Elysium's representative was intuitive enough to only take one, more than could be said for the other groups.
Perhaps more would show up to accompany the pup, perhaps not.
Emerging from the forest and coming upon the vast fjord, the puffs of air forged a path down a shallow slope, leading deeper into the valley. The slope was gentle enough that the pup could traverse it without risk of falling and injuring herself, but the breaths nonetheless advanced forward at a slower pace.
At the bottom of the slope, on the fjord's shore, the source of the wispy clouds remained in place. Until the pup caught up, the breaths would make no further progress down the shore.
As she pursued, the puffs of air marked a path deeper into the forest, past the mountain. The breaths kept pace with the pup, remaining at roughly the same distance apart as the chase went on. After all, this was not an escape- this was a test, of sorts. The pup actually was familiar, thinking about it; she had also retrieved one of the gifts. Elysium's representative was intuitive enough to only take one, more than could be said for the other groups.
Perhaps more would show up to accompany the pup, perhaps not.
Emerging from the forest and coming upon the vast fjord, the puffs of air forged a path down a shallow slope, leading deeper into the valley. The slope was gentle enough that the pup could traverse it without risk of falling and injuring herself, but the breaths nonetheless advanced forward at a slower pace.
At the bottom of the slope, on the fjord's shore, the source of the wispy clouds remained in place. Until the pup caught up, the breaths would make no further progress down the shore.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo