03-10-2025, 05:06 PM
Shoots of the sun's rays cast a glow along the lands of the Orkhonii Steppe. It was a vast territory of river and land both, spanning so wide that Ichor felt like a speck of a speck amongst its greatness. There was a near comfort to the anonymity, for knowing that whatever you did did not matter in the grand scheme of things was a weighted blanket of assurance. The thaw of the river from spring rounding the corner promised new beginnings as well, and with new beginnings there came new wonders to behold. Ichor was eager for his eyes to drink it in, even more eager for this experience to be shared with his companion.
Ichor had split from Radley to scope out the landscape, though he knew if he called, Radley would answer. The male traipsed the edges of this unspoken line, daring not to cross it for fear of losing his companion's voice to the howl of the wind and the waking song of the stream. Ichor navigated the terrain with a sharp look to his eye, more wise to the world than he had been when he'd awoken. This land and its inhabitants were strange, though there was a pleasant ache in this strangeness. Now that he could expect it, then the unexpectedness became part of routine. No, his head did not raise with the dominant swagger of a strong male, but his gait belied a quiet surety in the way he roamed, tail parallel to the ground and muzzle pointed forward.
Paws burned with a pleasant ache of traversing an area wide spread. Ichor walked until he had come upon the splinters of a stream. Though he had not noticed it before, he certainly did now- he was parched. And thus the male lowered his head to take a drink, pink tongue lapping at frigid shallows to fill his belly.
@Callan
the staff team luvs u
Ichor had split from Radley to scope out the landscape, though he knew if he called, Radley would answer. The male traipsed the edges of this unspoken line, daring not to cross it for fear of losing his companion's voice to the howl of the wind and the waking song of the stream. Ichor navigated the terrain with a sharp look to his eye, more wise to the world than he had been when he'd awoken. This land and its inhabitants were strange, though there was a pleasant ache in this strangeness. Now that he could expect it, then the unexpectedness became part of routine. No, his head did not raise with the dominant swagger of a strong male, but his gait belied a quiet surety in the way he roamed, tail parallel to the ground and muzzle pointed forward.
Paws burned with a pleasant ache of traversing an area wide spread. Ichor walked until he had come upon the splinters of a stream. Though he had not noticed it before, he certainly did now- he was parched. And thus the male lowered his head to take a drink, pink tongue lapping at frigid shallows to fill his belly.
@Callan
the staff team luvs u
