The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
[attr="class","post"] Selene had not dared venture too terribly far from the borders of the Occasus, and the safety that Kharak had offered her within Khalsa. She’d been careful, even as she’d stepped over the border towards unclaimed lands, to ensure that she was only a howl away should he call to her – or should she need to call to him. But oh, she hadn’t been able to resist when she’d seen the shimmering promise of Lod’nen Path on the horizon. It was a cool morning, with winter’s chill kept slightly at bay in the more arid climates of the surrounding territories, but even the sun above could not fully stamp out the wind along the shore. It tugged at her silvery fur as she moved, weaving between the shallow pools.
The tide was out today, leaving a long stretch of damp sand and sea creatures caught helplessly in the little pools the sea had left behind. Selene could not help the wonder shining in her pale eyes as she observed agitated fish with vivid scales waiting for the tide to return, oysters that snapped their shells closed when her shadow fell upon them, and starfish that lay flopped on their fronts, immobile. It was not the sea creatures she disturbed, though. Instead, Selene found herself marveling over the shells that littered the sand.
Most of them were brightly colored fragments, but there was the occasional whole, unblemished ones that she paused to turn over with her nose. Several of them scuttled away from her attentions as she realized that small crabs had made their homes in them, but others were unoccupied, allowing her to study them curiously. It was as she turned one of the discarded oyster shells over that a glimpse of sunlight falling across something made her pause, and Selene was pleased to find a sizeable pearl there in the sand, smooth and lovely. She crouched on her haunches then, carefully rolling it from one paw to another, back and forth as a smile touched her muzzle.
It seemed, at least, that she’d found some luck on that day.
As wonderful as Xisyn was, Samson had never been one to settle for perfection. Curiosity tugged him away from the paradise to scout the area more thoroughly, having only passed through it briefly en route to his destination. Given the distance he was going to travel from his base, he’d opted to bring his grimy Agoge egg with him, ensnared uncomfortably between his jaws. Samson knew there was a pack northwest of Xisyn, and now that Sethos had crumbled gracelessly, he wanted to know what sort of wolves he had for neighbours.
The brute’s expectations were non-existent. They could be altruists or psychopaths – or both, now wouldn’t that be wonderful – and Samson would not be surprised at either. Murderers, pagans, mercenaries, peacemakers – he had met them all, and he didn’t think they were so different from one another at the end of the day. Everyone was so predictable, Samson was finding. Everyone was driven by something, and as soon as you figured out what that was, they were practically a puppet if you pulled the right strings.
Anikira could be predictable, too. The continent seemed to repeat the same patterns, and as Samson trotted through Adar, he found that it almost felt like he was still in Kairos.
Similar, but different enough for him to feel free. It was cleaner here, he supposed. Less swamps, and more jungle, but just as much coast. Samson had never cared much for the heat but seemed to follow it anyway. The desert was something he tried to avoid at all costs given its lack of cover. He supposed it wasn’t the heat itself that bothered him, as he was faring well enough in the canopied jungle, but his mutated white skin was particularly vulnerable to direct sunlight if he wasn’t careful – which he usually wasn’t.
The morning was bright and pale, light trickling through the leaves and dappling his pelt with shadows. It was not yet the afternoon, so Samson felt content to travel outside of the jungle’s shady retreat and further toward the sea. There was a light breeze when he emerged from the line of foliage that surrounded this stretch of sand, and as it picked up, Samson glanced away to shield his eyes. It felt like something was pushing him. His pink gaze fell on a dainty, silver figure.
Well. That was awfully heavy-handed, he told fate.
The girl was stooped over something in the sand, and as he drew closer, he began to grow jealous of whatever it was that she’d found in the glittering dunes despite not having the foggiest idea what it was. Soon, Samson’s enormous shadow had stretched atop the girl and her prize, and he came to a halt beside her, likely far too close for comfort, leaning closer to inspect the sand. It was a tiny, silvery sphere. Samson snorted derisively and, with a jolt of his head, dropped his egg in front of her, aiming to cover to pearl. It made a wet thud as it landed, and Samson turned to smile vilely at her, wide and smug.
“Mine’s bigger,” he commented, leaning evening closer. She was so dainty and delicate, and absently he wondered if she would be his father’s type. Goliath was always interested in the tiny ones, but Samson couldn’t fathom it himself. Not that he could fathom courting in the first place.
This close, Samson picked up her scent easily, and his features lifted in amusement. It was faint, but certainly there. Sethos.
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