wish i never met you // exploring & cave in & body discovery

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jerisidie - the king !

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nimble were the steps, white hellhound upon thick foliage made sparse and thin by wind and storm, white ghost drifting through territory, nearly invisible to the eye. misfortune prickled under his skin, fur on end, teeth ready to tear and bite, but he was old and tired, each step a journey put into his book. he had died a brutal death months, years, however long ago, murdered by a man he had once loved. now his ghost remained in the domain of his child and their children, his name known in stories alone. tired was he, the scent of blood drawing the ghost in, golden eyes shining like the sun as he drifted along, down along the cliffs, leaping over each rock in his way or moving it to the side with his element. rumbling deep in his throat, he traveled on, to collect the soul of who had died, to bring them to wander the land forever more among the rest of the ghosts and spirits. the scent of blood lured him to corpse twisted and maimed, scarlet around paws that he could no longer see, there upon lay the body of his granddaughter, death leaving her cold.

It was cruel, her fate. Too cruel. If one didn't see the body that laid in front of the long deceased wolf then it would've been a right assumption that the world was kind on that day. However it was not to be as fate had rolled poorly that day for the poor melanistic jaguar.  Caught in a fight she couldn't win and dispatched too far from prying eyes of other Alithians. The storm became one of many unfortunate events in recent times and Veris was the proof that the world did not aim to be kind.

the sudden appearance of her dark body brought him grief, his muzzle being brought to her head, inhaling her scent, already knowing that the child was gone and was left to him. he knew not what words to speak, his ears pricking at the roar of earth from inside the tunnels. taking off, he caught another scent, her brother's. he prayed that the other child had escaped, the ghost had no chance of helping him had he not. wandering inside the tunnels, the ghost nearly lost himself, losing the child's multiple scent trails and groaning in annoyance and grief before retreating upon his own trail, back to her corpse. inhaling, the ghost nuzzled her fur, licking it into a presentable way before heading back along the coast, hoping her spirit followed him. he was quick from there, racing the paths to the inn and into the yard, howling to the living, "come you fools!", before the ghost was gone, leading the first to discover him back along the paths to the cliffs, leading those who would follow to the grievous sight of the deceased child, outward from the tunnels echoing the last claps of stone and dirt clouds billowing out of tunnels he had not treaded. thin and weedy was the cut off wail, her brother's own dilemma soon uncovered by his scream for his sister, echoing and haunting those who would arrive.

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tags - white hellhound - alithis evgenis