10-30-2021, 10:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2021, 09:05 AM by Azriel. Edited 1 time in total.)
for @Ragnar; sorry if this is a poopy post. i slept in longer than i meant to and wanted to get this up before work. <3
it is in the space between that asriel lingers; following the familiar footpath from cloudrest down to where it meets and melds with the tundra. the glacial and snowy fjords speak to him in a way that he cannot place; though this is an unsurprising trend at this point for him. there are a lot of strange puzzle pieces upon his awakening that he cannot place ...that do not fit in with his mother and her people nor the rugged tundrian who sired him. seasalt kissed paws touch the snow; cold and hard beneath his paw pads and asriel's pace quickens. though this no man's land territory is not apart of cloudrest's claim, he still patrols it all the same. keeping a keen eye on the herds that move through it and linger despite that he has no actual interest in pursuing a trade as a hunter. though noble, and necessary ...his heart beats to the tempo of a war drum and it is that call that asriel seeks to answer as he keeps a purposeful if not leisurely pace along the snow covered ground, a keen eye on the fresh hoof marks in the ground, looking for any of wolves intercepting them.
the staff team luvs u