Post by Ragnarok on Mar 20, 2020 15:14:28 GMT -6
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Ilanux had fallen.
It had happened slowly and insidiously, over a period of several months, but it had fallen all the same. Ragnarok could not say that he was panicked or distraught over such a thing- he'd seen this coming for what felt like ages before it had come to pass, what with Shekinah's scent becoming increasingly scarce and the complete absence of the presence of any pack members besides his family members- but it still left the old mixed breed reeling all the same, unable to decide what he would do or where he would go after an organization that he had spent most of his remaining lifespan devoting his time and attention to had suddenly crumbled into dust. Not only that, but it seemed his family had disappeared to the four winds, with none save Ragra choosing to remain within the lands of Tiayr, and it pained some small part of Ragnarok's heart to know that he could have failed yet another family so abysmally. That he could have failed Soifra, most of all, after promising her that he would never again allow her or a member of their family to come to harm. A fat lot of good promising had done him, when they had all either chosen to leave or had fallen prey to any of the various dangers that Anikira could hold, when the only child of his that bothered to remain still treated his presence with thinly-veiled disdain.
He could not bring himself to leave Tiayr behind, try though he might. The lands carried too many precious memories for him that he was reluctant to let go of, and he hardly felt like traveling very far with such a vulnerable member of his family in tow, though she resisted every single effort of his to tend to her. Ragnarok did not know of a single pack in the area that would take in an old father and his epileptic daughter, never mind one that appealed to his very specific set of morals, and he hardly wanted to seem like he was fishing for sympathy at a time when the position of so many packs within Anikira seemed so tenuous. Added to the fact that he had heard rumors of a disease spreading through the lands, and he was loathe to leave lands that he was so familiar with in order to strike out further south, where there might be more plentiful shelter and warmer weather where they could last the winter. He and Ragra would have to leave eventually, for he could not wait around for Soifra or the rest of his family members when there was absolutely no sign that they were even still alive, but where could he possibly go?
What organization would take him in, with both his body and mind slowly beginning to fail him?
Such tangled thoughts had led him to Ia'gha Lake- a favorite haunt of his back when Ilanux had still stood as an established pack, and now a place that he escaped to whenever he desperately needed solitude, as he did now. Letting out a heavy sigh as he stared out over the rippling waters, Ragnarok slowly lowered his massive head to the lake's surface, letting his tongue swipe out to take a few sips of the cool liquid before returning his gaze to staring out at the lands that had once seemed so prosperous.
word count|| 569
tagged|| Ignotus
notes|| Poor sad boy starin' out at a lake
Bine G., Background
Ilanux had fallen.
It had happened slowly and insidiously, over a period of several months, but it had fallen all the same. Ragnarok could not say that he was panicked or distraught over such a thing- he'd seen this coming for what felt like ages before it had come to pass, what with Shekinah's scent becoming increasingly scarce and the complete absence of the presence of any pack members besides his family members- but it still left the old mixed breed reeling all the same, unable to decide what he would do or where he would go after an organization that he had spent most of his remaining lifespan devoting his time and attention to had suddenly crumbled into dust. Not only that, but it seemed his family had disappeared to the four winds, with none save Ragra choosing to remain within the lands of Tiayr, and it pained some small part of Ragnarok's heart to know that he could have failed yet another family so abysmally. That he could have failed Soifra, most of all, after promising her that he would never again allow her or a member of their family to come to harm. A fat lot of good promising had done him, when they had all either chosen to leave or had fallen prey to any of the various dangers that Anikira could hold, when the only child of his that bothered to remain still treated his presence with thinly-veiled disdain.
He could not bring himself to leave Tiayr behind, try though he might. The lands carried too many precious memories for him that he was reluctant to let go of, and he hardly felt like traveling very far with such a vulnerable member of his family in tow, though she resisted every single effort of his to tend to her. Ragnarok did not know of a single pack in the area that would take in an old father and his epileptic daughter, never mind one that appealed to his very specific set of morals, and he hardly wanted to seem like he was fishing for sympathy at a time when the position of so many packs within Anikira seemed so tenuous. Added to the fact that he had heard rumors of a disease spreading through the lands, and he was loathe to leave lands that he was so familiar with in order to strike out further south, where there might be more plentiful shelter and warmer weather where they could last the winter. He and Ragra would have to leave eventually, for he could not wait around for Soifra or the rest of his family members when there was absolutely no sign that they were even still alive, but where could he possibly go?
What organization would take him in, with both his body and mind slowly beginning to fail him?
Such tangled thoughts had led him to Ia'gha Lake- a favorite haunt of his back when Ilanux had still stood as an established pack, and now a place that he escaped to whenever he desperately needed solitude, as he did now. Letting out a heavy sigh as he stared out over the rippling waters, Ragnarok slowly lowered his massive head to the lake's surface, letting his tongue swipe out to take a few sips of the cool liquid before returning his gaze to staring out at the lands that had once seemed so prosperous.
word count|| 569
tagged|| Ignotus
notes|| Poor sad boy starin' out at a lake
Bine G., Background
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