12-31-2019, 12:38 AM
There was a tendency shared by joiners and old-timers alike to arbitrarily appear on the forest's border. Why the border's significance, Leroy came short of understanding. In his eyes, the border could be considered one of Tanglewood's weakest aspects, for it merely consisted of trees, forming something of a barrier between the tribe it encased and the neutral grounds before it. And the tree-blockade stretched as far as the eye could see, no variation whatsoever. So what made it such a hot spot among returnees and strangers? Was there a supernatural force that drew individuals to its location, in lieu of its profuse dullness? It was likely that his question would never see an answer, for time and time again newcomers would merely dwindle and dawdle at the territory's brink rather than venture further past it. Oh well. He never encountered any joiners along the border these days, anyway. For all he cared, that for Aurum to take care of, acknowledging the lion's proneness to do so.
Today ended up being a tad different than he'd planned, though. No, he hadn't intended on meeting a familiar face from way before at the border of all places. But it was what happened.
Her particular scent had yet to be acquainted with his new nose, but once it got picked up, Leroy recognized it immediately. Hyena. There were now a few hyenas residing in his tribe, so in theory, this smell in theory could have belonged to any of them. However, Vathmos carried a relatively distinct scent, with reference to Snarl and that other one. It was a bit on the wild side, with a hint of... bloodthirstiness, if that made any sense. The female hadn't been sighted in a hot minute, thus the sudden appearance of her odour compelled him to find its source as soon as possible.
After a short accumulation of time, the wolfhound located Vathmos, as well as Aurum (of course), and Abathur. His amber gaze falls upon her form, scrutinizing it to find any marks or scratches that were new since she was last in view. He recognizes some nicks and knocks here and there, yet nothing too major. Apart from the minuscule number of bite marks and flesh wounds, Vathmos appears to be in the exact same condition as before. Though, in her metaphorical shoes, the same likely couldn't be said for Aurum and him. Aurum sprouted wings, for fuck's sake, and lost an eye while he was at it. And Leroy... well, he wasn't even in the same body as before. Same species, same breed, though the differences in size, eye and pelt colour, and voice were clearly there. He doubts that she'd notice, however, seeing how the two scarcely interacted in the days of yore.
"Ain't ya a sight for sore eyes," he voices through an elated smirk. "Glad you're back, Vathmos," Leroy continues, "the place has been a bit borin' without ya."
Today ended up being a tad different than he'd planned, though. No, he hadn't intended on meeting a familiar face from way before at the border of all places. But it was what happened.
Her particular scent had yet to be acquainted with his new nose, but once it got picked up, Leroy recognized it immediately. Hyena. There were now a few hyenas residing in his tribe, so in theory, this smell in theory could have belonged to any of them. However, Vathmos carried a relatively distinct scent, with reference to Snarl and that other one. It was a bit on the wild side, with a hint of... bloodthirstiness, if that made any sense. The female hadn't been sighted in a hot minute, thus the sudden appearance of her odour compelled him to find its source as soon as possible.
After a short accumulation of time, the wolfhound located Vathmos, as well as Aurum (of course), and Abathur. His amber gaze falls upon her form, scrutinizing it to find any marks or scratches that were new since she was last in view. He recognizes some nicks and knocks here and there, yet nothing too major. Apart from the minuscule number of bite marks and flesh wounds, Vathmos appears to be in the exact same condition as before. Though, in her metaphorical shoes, the same likely couldn't be said for Aurum and him. Aurum sprouted wings, for fuck's sake, and lost an eye while he was at it. And Leroy... well, he wasn't even in the same body as before. Same species, same breed, though the differences in size, eye and pelt colour, and voice were clearly there. He doubts that she'd notice, however, seeing how the two scarcely interacted in the days of yore.
"Ain't ya a sight for sore eyes," he voices through an elated smirk. "Glad you're back, Vathmos," Leroy continues, "the place has been a bit borin' without ya."