How long has it been since he wandered the world in search of an actual group, much less something involving something similar of the ones he had since left behind what seemed like eons ago. He remembered in a reminiscent thought, how nice it had been, how he balanced everything out for his little group back then, finally gaining their peace and comfort after dictator, after dictator, after dictator came, rose to power, and fell to the next. It made him sad a bit, thinking back on it now, how many faces he had left since then, and especially in regards to his husbands.
Even if both were no longer with him, he sensed them in spirit, urging him onwards in search of a new start to what he had remembered. That's what had pushed him after almost 2 years of drifting, did he begin his search for somewhere that he would fit in comfortably.
There had been a multitude of little foresting groups he had partaken in staying with for a while, but something pushed him onwards even further, and that, while the miniature groups were welcoming and always kind and hospitable, he found himself longing to continue his journey to some unknown, foreign land.
The moment that he spotted the mountains, he was drawn to them, and made a mental marker before he began his trotting towards them. Mountains. The dark furred male thought, icey colored eyes locked onto the top of them. It's been ages since I've ever visited any. The older male would continue his travelling towards them, only stopping when he absolutely needed to, whether to sleep, eat, rehydrate himself, or to use the bathroom. Otherwise, he continued at a rather decent pace towards the rocks terrain.
Luckily for him, the cold wouldn't bother him, or at least he hoped. He was as large as a Serval, but had the coloration and thick, long furred coat of that of a maine coon. Dark, chocolate-y colored fur, and a thicker, darker furred neck and paws. Antlers rose from the top of his head, each having eight points and each raven colored horn splaying out nicely against the lighter toned area around him. Two necklaces dangled from around his neck; one a large, darker stained tooth with an "F" etched into the side, and the other the part of a darker colored antler with "H" etched at the bottom.
It wasn't long after he had set that mental marker and began to really pick up the pace that he began to smell a myriad of different scents. He brought his head upwards, lifting his nose up and inhaling deeply. More than four different scents. He hummed inwardly, ears perking up. Clan nearby. Or a rogue group. He trotted forward a few more paces before his suspicions were confirmed by the scent markers. He hesitates, before stepping over them. He begins his long trek up the mountains once again, and about a day and a half later, did he reach the official Elysium border.
However, the moment that Graham began to assess and sniff out the markers again, did he hesitate once more. There was fear and anxiety mingled with the slightest hint of iron, and he began to look around carefully, unsure of if this is what he needed to do. Of course, Unbeknownst to him, was the Elysium currently under COTC rule.
"Uh...Hello?" Graham called out, sitting down and laying his ears back against his head, eyes slightly narrowed. Though he sat down, his guard was still up, just in case of an attack. The antlered serval and savannah mix would turn his head just slightly every now and then, watching the area cautiously.
Even if both were no longer with him, he sensed them in spirit, urging him onwards in search of a new start to what he had remembered. That's what had pushed him after almost 2 years of drifting, did he begin his search for somewhere that he would fit in comfortably.
There had been a multitude of little foresting groups he had partaken in staying with for a while, but something pushed him onwards even further, and that, while the miniature groups were welcoming and always kind and hospitable, he found himself longing to continue his journey to some unknown, foreign land.
The moment that he spotted the mountains, he was drawn to them, and made a mental marker before he began his trotting towards them. Mountains. The dark furred male thought, icey colored eyes locked onto the top of them. It's been ages since I've ever visited any. The older male would continue his travelling towards them, only stopping when he absolutely needed to, whether to sleep, eat, rehydrate himself, or to use the bathroom. Otherwise, he continued at a rather decent pace towards the rocks terrain.
Luckily for him, the cold wouldn't bother him, or at least he hoped. He was as large as a Serval, but had the coloration and thick, long furred coat of that of a maine coon. Dark, chocolate-y colored fur, and a thicker, darker furred neck and paws. Antlers rose from the top of his head, each having eight points and each raven colored horn splaying out nicely against the lighter toned area around him. Two necklaces dangled from around his neck; one a large, darker stained tooth with an "F" etched into the side, and the other the part of a darker colored antler with "H" etched at the bottom.
It wasn't long after he had set that mental marker and began to really pick up the pace that he began to smell a myriad of different scents. He brought his head upwards, lifting his nose up and inhaling deeply. More than four different scents. He hummed inwardly, ears perking up. Clan nearby. Or a rogue group. He trotted forward a few more paces before his suspicions were confirmed by the scent markers. He hesitates, before stepping over them. He begins his long trek up the mountains once again, and about a day and a half later, did he reach the official Elysium border.
However, the moment that Graham began to assess and sniff out the markers again, did he hesitate once more. There was fear and anxiety mingled with the slightest hint of iron, and he began to look around carefully, unsure of if this is what he needed to do. Of course, Unbeknownst to him, was the Elysium currently under COTC rule.
"Uh...Hello?" Graham called out, sitting down and laying his ears back against his head, eyes slightly narrowed. Though he sat down, his guard was still up, just in case of an attack. The antlered serval and savannah mix would turn his head just slightly every now and then, watching the area cautiously.