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Dec 18, 2015 22:15:26 GMT -5
Post by MADDOX on Dec 18, 2015 22:15:26 GMT -5
Maddox
It seemed like it had been years since Maddox had laid eyes upon Adali. Truly it had only been several moons, but the knowledge did not lessen the ache in his heart. He wanted to see her lovely ivory pelt, her shining golden eyes. He wanted to hear her soft, gentle voice and tuck her close to him. He hadn’t meant to be away for as long as he had, but he’d had a run in with slavers, only narrowly escaping from their waiting jaws. He was no small brute by any means, but there had been significantly more of them, and so he’d been forced to flee for days that had seemed endlessly, always running, never stopping, knowing they were close on his trail. He’d only escaped them when he’d reached the shores, where he’d thrown himself into the ocean, letting the stinging saltwater wash away his telltale scent. He’d dragged himself to the nearest shelter he could find – a collection of looming rocks and massive driftwood resting in the sand – where he’d collapsed, lungs burning as he awaited his fate. But he’d been clever; without his scent, they’d wandered right past his hiding place. Still, he’d waited a full sun-cycle before he’d risen to hunt, his stomach cramping painfully, his mind immediately turning to Adali. Now he’d been traveling for some time, his paws carrying him towards Irrsin. At last the welcome sight of the meadow appeared on the horizon, and a soft sign escaped from his muzzle as Maddox paused to turn his ivory-masked visage towards the sun. He was bone-tired, his muscles aching and sore, but he would not rest until he could see her. Without further hesitation, the brute plunged forward, legs carrying him over the crest of the hill and down, down, down. He was within plain sight, he knew – it was a stark difference from how they usually met, with Maddox skulking out of the shadows of the forest. But Kasimira had given them permission to meet so very long ago, and Maddox was too tired for creeping. He approached without bothering to conceal himself, stopping just over the border. Immediately he noticed the difference. It reeked of Kasimira, but the scent he knew belonged to Tortuga was faint and weak, as if the male had not patrolled in some time. His curiosity was piqued, but the questions crowding his head were for later. As it was he brushed them away, moving forward slowly as his golden orbs slid across the horizon, looking for that blessed flash of white.
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