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Harriette she/her
resident daydreamer
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Location: Gemini
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It had been days.

Harriette and her travel partner had walked for what seemed like ages, stopping only to eat and sleep. Despite the fact that Gaven needed time to set up a small camp each time they stopped, they managed to keep their halts brief and efficient. Harriette tried to handle most of the hunting, but her elven friend would lend a hand now and then. Even if he annoyed her now and then with his incessant chattering, he was helpful, and Harriette couldn’t deny that fact.

The pale wolf’s body was growing tired as the trekked onward – she was carrying a lot of supplies for Gaven and a good amount of her own (herbs and various other medicinal materials). It was easier for her to carry them, but they were beginning to weigh her down as they reached the last leg of their journey. She’d rather be tired than short on necessities though, and she was always thankful to have things to help them sleep or ease their aches and pains.

The weather didn’t always cooperate for the pair, and they had traveled through a couple of wind storms and a nasty cold spell as well. But when the trails they walked remained brown with dirt rather than white from snow, Gaven was quick to voice his concerns. From what Sveyn had told them of his home, Bacchus, it was a wintry location – arctic and cold year round. This didn’t seem to be what they were approaching, and there was more than a few times where Gaven questioned their path, telling Harriette that it didn’t seem right.

Harriette didn’t know what to tell him, aside from the fact that she had been following any scent markers that Sveyn had left on his travels back to his home. This is where he went, this is the path he took, and this was where they’d find him. Maybe the weather was changing, maybe he was exaggerating the cold. It didn’t matter – this was where they had to go to find him.

Gaven never seemed too convinced, but trusted in his four-legged companion nonetheless.

As they walked, the air around them began to grow warmer and denser. Harriette wasn’t used to such a sticky atmosphere and it was making her tire quickly, feeling as though she couldn’t fill her lungs with enough oxygen to keep herself going. What a terrible feeling, like suffocating, or drowning above water.

“Ugh, Gaven, this is unbearable. The air is so … Thick.” She complained lightly, panting as she spoke.

Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she rubbed her face down the inside of her foreleg, as though trying to wipe the moist air from her fur. When she brought her head up and looked ahead of where they stood, she thought she saw something.

Squinting lightly, she tried to determine what it was she was seeing up ahead; It seemed there was a forest, but between them and the forest there appeared to be a sort of structure. Harriette had just caught Sveyn’s scent not too long beforehand, leading her this way. This was where he had gone, she knew she was following his footsteps. She’d never forget his sweet, yet strong and musty scent.

She knew this was where he’d gone. But why here? This didn’t seem like the Bacchus he spoke of when he told her about home. This felt wrong, and yet she knew this was the right way to go.

A sinking feeling began to twist in her stomach, the lurking shadow of dread falling over her. This seemed … Odd.

Glancing at her elven friend, she pushed onward again, curious to find out what they were walking toward.

As they closed the gap between themselves and the mysterious structure, it became apparent that it was a wooden bridge arching over a deep crevice filled with water The scent of a pack grew thicker and stronger as they neared. At least there was the scent of a pack, but this smelled different from the way Sveyn smelled. Harriette grew more anxious with every step they took.

The bridge was right in front of them now and there was remnants of old, dried up blood on the wood. Clenching her teeth together, Harriette glanced at Gaven with a look of worry on her face. “This is where he came, this is where his scent leads.” She said quietly, her hackles prickling slightly. “There’s a pack here, I don’t know if we should go any farther. This doesn’t seem like Bacchus…”

Turning her head to look into the forest before them, she couldn’t help but wonder if the blood on the bridge belonged to Sveyn.

Or if he was still alive.

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Gaven He/Him
in your heart shall burn an unquenchable flame
Posts: 62
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Location: Gemini
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(This post was last modified: June 22, 2019, 01:17:00 PM by Corvo.)

Gaven was silent as the first copse of black-barked trees came into their view. The thick moisture had stripped some of the trees of their leaves and the darkened skeletal remains stood stark against a caesious sky. He bit his lip instead of laughing at the story cliché of a dark foreboding forest that lay before the heroes, grinding down until there was a pain, for it was easy to tell a story and harder to stand in a place flooded with malevolent spirits and keep one's cool. The tension radiated from him, side-splashing the wolf with fearful energies. He thought she wouldn’t understand so he never hesitated. Wolves didn’t know to fear cancerous shadow growths that sprung up from the earth in a silent threat. They didn’t fear old bones or fresh blood. Nothing hunted a wolf, but Gaven knew better. This land was touched by cosmic horrors and such things would infect them as well if they stayed too long.

Harriette slowed in her step, complaining about the quality of the air. He didn’t mind the change in pace; he had yet to weave together the perfect tapestry of an argument from whence he would convince her to turn tail and head back to Gemini. Every misery she experienced for herself was a point in his favor. He could only be silent for so long.

They were still far from the bridge when Gaven grabbed her, snatching her violently by the pack he had strapped to her, and tried to drag her back. He was not known for his stoicism, but if the nervous silence had seemed odd before, shattering it filled the air with a sense of panic.

Harriette, let’s not go on,” his voice was quiet and urgent as he tried to hold her in place. His large eyes were too wide, and he never met her gaze. His eyes darted at the crooked silhouettes of the trees with evident paranoia. “This place isn’t right; I know you feel it too. This air is thick with wild spirits and the land is filled with sickness. Nothing good can go from pressing onward. If Sveyn walked this way he has perished and if we press on we will meet the same fate. There is nothing to be gained from being stubborn and foolish here. We have learned enough, I think. Let us leave and live.

She could not hide the raising of her pelt or the worry in her face. Surely some part of her felt the same. Neither of them cowards, for they would not have come this far if that were true, but death was an ugly fate to meet and Gaven did not treat their safety lightly. It seemed unlikely this pocket plane of raw chaos could possibly be Bacchus and the dark smears of old blood did nothing to calm the racing of Gaven’s heart.

Not here. Not here.

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