Distant cracks of thunder accompanied Lucian’s entrance into the vale.
The male had become quite taken with the mountain, especially since the discovery of a secluded tarn nestled into frozen rock. Perhaps more surprising than the mere existence of such a vast space so high up was the fact that it was completely unoccupied upon his arrival. There were no traces of life within it, including both the main area and various smaller rooms located further into the grotto, all of which he had searched carefully and thoroughly. With an satisfied sigh, the brute lowered his ashen frame down onto the frozen ground, his forepaws hanging limply above his chest as he rolled onto his back. The distant sound of rain and the rumbling of thunder was nothing but a distant, low hum.
Here, he would rest and wait patiently for the storm to pass. While his search for Arielle—or Safira, as she liked to call herself now—was his top priority, Lucian was no fool to traverse the mountains in such weather. The girl could wait. Sooner or later, he would bring her back to her family.
May 08, 2018 03:31 PM
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