She was gone. He woke up and she was gone and he couldn’t find her.
Worry struck his heart, nearly ripping it to shreds, the longer he searched and ended up empty-handed. His heart rate had long since been on the brim of a heart attack as he raced around the rise in search of Josalyn. She wouldn’t just…leave without a word, would she? Especially not after she expressed interest in joining the Alliance.
Poet’s shoulder had finally been fully healed, but that healing time meant strict rest and reduction in physical activities and now he was stiff as a board. As he ran, his muscles ached with the lack of familiarity of the exertion being placed on them. But he didn’t care; it didn’t matter. Because she was gone and Poet was high-key freaking the fuck out.
“Jos??” He yelled out as he desperately followed her scent southish. Maybe it was more west than south. He didn’t really know, he was just following the scent he knew belonged to her and he’d follow it to the end of the world if he had to.
Paws scrambled over rocks and hard-packed ground as he scaled the altitude. His limbs weren’t savvy in mountainous terrain and his breaths were growing ragged and sharp as his lungs worked hard to acclimate to the thinning levels of oxygen. “Jos! Where are you?!” His voice boomed through the mountains before he spilled out onto what seemed like a flattened plateau suddenly. The mountain range had stopped and ended further east and he still didn’t see a single body in sight in the distance. His brows knitted together tightly and he kept running despite the fire blazing in his muscles.
Jan 13, 2018 01:39 PM
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