A Furry Clawed Wingedy Reunion Timestamp: 85th of Summer, 513 AV Location: Not so far away from Kalinor Massacre had been traveling for days, longer even. He had not bothered to count, but he was not happy. The terrain was not entirely unfamiliar, though it had been a long time since he had traveled through the mountainous region of Kalea. Of course, Massacre had no idea that it was named Kalea. When Scorn had suggested they cross the water, Massacre had been against it. But she was persistent, and certain that they should be going in that direction. The last time Massacre crossed the water, it had resulted in the loss of almost his entire tribe. Those who survived fled north, into the mountains, where the winter killed all of them off save Massacre. If there were any other survivors, he did not know, but as far as Massacre knew he was the last of his tribe. So.. coming back to the region had not been on the top of Massacre's to do list. Scorn, however, was insistent, and eventually Massacre gave in. When they found the city, Massacre chose to remain outside while Scorn went in to look for her sister. In the end, they had been separated, and Massacre's search for Scorn led him a long way away from the city, in the direction he did not want to go. The only reason he knew he was going in the right direction was because he had been lucky enough to choose the same cave for shelter that Scorn had, only days before. Her scent remained, and Massacre knew he was on the right path. It had been so long since he'd had a companion, and he wasn't going to give up until he found her. So.. after nearly a season, and with no other sign of Scorn, even Massacre's resolve was beginning to falter. The Zith was tired, cold, and completely lost. The thing that was guiding him now was the ever so faint scent of the sea, and the smallest glimmer of hope that perhaps Scorn had picked up the same scent and traveled that way. |