10-08-2018, 03:20 PM
With their growing ranks, he found himself drawn more to the outside camp. Though, with every trip in the territory, to the ruins or otherwise, there was a quiet nagging in his brain that would not shut up. Every time he left camp, he worried the outsiders would do something again, something he vowed he would never let happen again. So far, those thoughts have proven wrong, but one could never be too sure, right? He could be described as paranoid, but who could blame him when all he's known outsiders to be were monsters.
Moonshadow huffed, shaking his head to clear the cloudy thoughts and continued on his short route from the entrance of camp through a specific path in the forest that would take him by the ruins. He enjoyed visiting it often because it was quiet and the crumbling buildings held a beauty of their own. The memories associated were less bitter and more sweet these days as the wound that his mother's death left slowly began to heal.
Pacing around the ruined stone, he dragged his paw across the runes that matched those on his horns. He was still disappointed he never got the chance to ask what they meant. There was still time to figure it out on his own, but it felt impossible to do so now. With his responsibilities, he didn't have all that time to pour into books and magic. Not now, at least. Maybe he when he was an old wolf and unable to fight, but that was far in the future. Hopefully.
After a few minutes of quiet thought, a strange sight came into view and he broke from his reverie. Several feet ahead, there was a dead owl, wings spread out on either side with no obvious wounds. Beside it was the unfortunate sight of a broken egg, the baby within also dead. It was unsettling and he immediately began to piece together the different situations that might've led to this. He looked up for the nest they obviously came from and spotted it half way up the tree.
Well, he had to be sure there were none left behind. He carefully pressed a paw to the owl's body, warmth still lingering told him to it wouldn't be too late if there were any eggs left. Scaling the tree with ease, he slowly stood on a branch just to the right of the nest's branch. Lo and behold, there were too white eggs sitting there, unattended now. There was a heavy sigh from the dire wolf, gaze dropping to the owl's body again from where he stood in the tree. Poor children, he thought, to be left without a mother so young. Not even born yet.
Even if it were a hassle, he couldn't leave them here. He inched forward and carefully plucked both eggs from the nest, moving very slowly so he didn't jerk his jaws shut. That would've been a horrible mess. It took him much longer to get down from the tree than it did to get up, but he was on the ground eventually and conjuring a blanket from his treehouse. He did his best to wrap them and carry the blanket like a basket back to camp.
Back in the Realm's camp, he sat down and carefully set the blanket between his forepaws. He looked up to where he'd stopped, in front of Runicflare's treehouse. "Rune! This is important!" he called.
[member=2330]runicflare.[/member]
Moonshadow huffed, shaking his head to clear the cloudy thoughts and continued on his short route from the entrance of camp through a specific path in the forest that would take him by the ruins. He enjoyed visiting it often because it was quiet and the crumbling buildings held a beauty of their own. The memories associated were less bitter and more sweet these days as the wound that his mother's death left slowly began to heal.
Pacing around the ruined stone, he dragged his paw across the runes that matched those on his horns. He was still disappointed he never got the chance to ask what they meant. There was still time to figure it out on his own, but it felt impossible to do so now. With his responsibilities, he didn't have all that time to pour into books and magic. Not now, at least. Maybe he when he was an old wolf and unable to fight, but that was far in the future. Hopefully.
After a few minutes of quiet thought, a strange sight came into view and he broke from his reverie. Several feet ahead, there was a dead owl, wings spread out on either side with no obvious wounds. Beside it was the unfortunate sight of a broken egg, the baby within also dead. It was unsettling and he immediately began to piece together the different situations that might've led to this. He looked up for the nest they obviously came from and spotted it half way up the tree.
Well, he had to be sure there were none left behind. He carefully pressed a paw to the owl's body, warmth still lingering told him to it wouldn't be too late if there were any eggs left. Scaling the tree with ease, he slowly stood on a branch just to the right of the nest's branch. Lo and behold, there were too white eggs sitting there, unattended now. There was a heavy sigh from the dire wolf, gaze dropping to the owl's body again from where he stood in the tree. Poor children, he thought, to be left without a mother so young. Not even born yet.
Even if it were a hassle, he couldn't leave them here. He inched forward and carefully plucked both eggs from the nest, moving very slowly so he didn't jerk his jaws shut. That would've been a horrible mess. It took him much longer to get down from the tree than it did to get up, but he was on the ground eventually and conjuring a blanket from his treehouse. He did his best to wrap them and carry the blanket like a basket back to camp.
Back in the Realm's camp, he sat down and carefully set the blanket between his forepaws. He looked up to where he'd stopped, in front of Runicflare's treehouse. "Rune! This is important!" he called.
[member=2330]runicflare.[/member]
i just be here and there
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