01-03-2022, 01:10 AM
Turns out, there hadn't been much left of Event Horizon to merge in the first place; what few members remained generally chose to scatter to the four winds, if they had even showed up for the meeting at all, but it was for the best. The decision to join the two was not meant to create a prison. Hawking had slipped away - as much as he loved his 'mother' (Valeska still felt a little uncomfortable about her sister choosing to mother a snack), something else called to him in the wilderness, and so he had left with a polite but tearful goodbye.
It was the three of them, after all - Valeska, Harper, and Mordecai, the large, stalwart, excitable last straggler of those who had lived and loved in the Ichorwood.
After a few lingering days, waiting to see if any others might heed the summons, they had finally decided to return home.
Snow fell lightly from the grey sky above them in great, fat flakes, drifting lazily down and swirling away from the path of the three wolves. The ground held only a light dusting, being closer to the more temperate climate further south than Fate's Respite, and dead leaves crunched beneath their paws as they continued in relative silence.
Well, except for Mordecai.
Valeska had thought to take the scenic route in an effort to see more of the surrounding lands - she did not often venture from her home territory these days, choosing to spend time with Amaranth over other new wonderments - but she suddenly found it difficult to appreciate the variety of nature when it was backed by a constant stream of questions.
“No, Mordecai, we are not tribe of husky voluptuous warrior women,” she replied to his latest query, not needing to turn around to see the disappointment that had no doubt spread across his features. “And no, we do not have...” The silver she-wolf struggled to remember the word he had used. It was a short word, one that started with an O and ended in a Y, but she just couldn't remember what the bit in the middle was. She didn't even know what it meant, but she was confident they did not have them back home.
“Anyway,” she continued, “Does any of this look familiar to you?”
It was the three of them, after all - Valeska, Harper, and Mordecai, the large, stalwart, excitable last straggler of those who had lived and loved in the Ichorwood.
After a few lingering days, waiting to see if any others might heed the summons, they had finally decided to return home.
Snow fell lightly from the grey sky above them in great, fat flakes, drifting lazily down and swirling away from the path of the three wolves. The ground held only a light dusting, being closer to the more temperate climate further south than Fate's Respite, and dead leaves crunched beneath their paws as they continued in relative silence.
Well, except for Mordecai.
Valeska had thought to take the scenic route in an effort to see more of the surrounding lands - she did not often venture from her home territory these days, choosing to spend time with Amaranth over other new wonderments - but she suddenly found it difficult to appreciate the variety of nature when it was backed by a constant stream of questions.
“No, Mordecai, we are not tribe of husky voluptuous warrior women,” she replied to his latest query, not needing to turn around to see the disappointment that had no doubt spread across his features. “And no, we do not have...” The silver she-wolf struggled to remember the word he had used. It was a short word, one that started with an O and ended in a Y, but she just couldn't remember what the bit in the middle was. She didn't even know what it meant, but she was confident they did not have them back home.
“Anyway,” she continued, “Does any of this look familiar to you?”
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