[ P ] A Wandering Soul

The smell was nearly too faint to follow. With its fading he found apprehension replacing the comfort in his chest that it once provided. The long rivers led him to round the seashore once more - but like before he found no trace of her. Not a soul he passed could recall coming across a creature as striking in appearance as his Empress, so like all the times before Isen was forced to move on. When the sea grew distant again for near aimless wandering brought him inland once more, he passed through vast beds of flowers and sparse trees somewhat populated with a number of wolves. At first the ice wolf thought he’d crossed into the lands of a pack but soon found many did not behave in the traditional sense. He had been greeted warmly and he had been chased out in a myriad of countries, but the custom here appeared to be quite different from what the old Knight was used to.

When passing into claimed lands of unknown packs it was not uncommon for him to be received by some sort of patrol. Sometimes he was taken to the leader, sometimes he was thrown out on threat of death the moment they came across him. In either case, they knew he was not to be there. Here? The wolves he came across didn’t seem to know if he was meant to be there at all, let alone care in most cases. In fact, the meadows gave way to a deep oak forest the likes of which was drenched in the scent of many wolves. All distinct smells overlapping one another that in the first day or so it felt as if his old nose was going to be overwhelmed the entire time he searched here. At first Isen didn’t really come across anyone. Not until he got further into the woods and his eyes beheld structures he’d seen only a handful of times before. For some he’d met area’s like these were considering unholy, where evil spirits resided and all were forbidden from entering. For others, they had become their domiciles. A place to raise their families and live out their lives. It was the latter that seemed to reign true here when the white wolf did finally start coming across others.


In fact, Isen started coming across many wolves. They lived rather close together and all went about their individual lives near separate from their neighbor. ”How odd.” Muttered the pale man, his eyes watching a yearling lope from their home with an excited pace and a leather bag clamped between their jaws. The citizens of this place lived quite differently than Isen was used to. Somehow all together, yet apart from one another. Beyond that, there were more wolves here in this town he’d come across than most packs he’d ever encountered. The last time he saw this many all in one place, he had a home and his sworn charge was well.

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(This post was last modified: 09-26-2024, 05:10 AM by Isen.)