(south of ‘pass’ in ‘skyrise pass’)
His body was able, his chest, though panting, within the comfort of it’s limitation. These mountains, stretching far beyond yonder, captured his attention once more. He’d told her he wouldn’t come back. He wasn’t even ‘back’ wherever that was. He just lingered like he had always done, a whisper on the winds, a soul caught in the limbo. He wasn’t anything nor was he nothing.
Kiel crept amongst the stone road, his paws splaying across the uneven turf. The mountain range wasn’t his first choice of location, that’s for sure. His heavy build pumped and worked to push across the landscape, it got him this far and with his agility, it could keep him going so long as he rationed his energy. He couldn’t over exert himself, he had to be wise. With ears flat against his cranium and head low, he kept his body straight from the trip of his nose to the top of his haunch, the climb was steep but the winding path he stalked along was one he knew as a faint memory.
He would stumble here and there but with correction he rose again.
Why had he come?
Was he simply looking to tie off loose ends or find a means to an end? How… How would she welcome him? How were the… Her children?
His body halted, his paw shifting upon a loose section of terrain.
He should turn back. Why had he come?! HIs brows furrowed, stubbornly, his mind was at war with his body. IT was as if he’d been away from consciousness the entirety of his journey to the base and the majority of his climb. His scent had tainted the ground around him, the low light of the morning barely gracing the tips of the peaks above. He simply stared at the heavens above, a thick gulp swallowed in attempt to fight the twitching of his tense muscles. What was he to do but stand and wait? Nobody was guaranteed to find him.
He was a ghost after all, right?
Apr 10, 2018 06:02 AM
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