I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
The Chamber of late, had been a circus of smells. The disquieted melody pulled at Killdare’s nostrils with an astounding demand to be ‘heard’. In a sense, if smells could be heard, and perhaps for Killdare each scent could be. The stillness of their borders was interrupted by steady streams of those past acquainted, those that had returned to Her call, because they could not resist.
Vapors rolled down from the mountains today, coiling around the healed, pine totems of the Chamber. The bay Colonel stalked the haze, as he stalked the borders every day, an earthy, watchful mass. He pressed into the lichen, bister-toned limbs striking prints into the forest floor, feathers gathering the stray needles as he passed. Another new smell met him, one that would under normal circumstances, put a horse on edge. It was the clawing stench of cat, big cat, jungle cat. There was something though that soothed what would be the stags taught muscles, the on guard tightening of his chassis. It wasn’t exactly a cat, it was a cat that, though smelled of all things feline, couldn’t hide the base note of equine. Through the moonlight he wove from the trees, the blue light casting a glowing sheen to the panther’s coat. Killdare watched the animal with curious sea-glass green eyes, his ears turning between his coarse ebon forelock to catch the gentle padding footfalls.
”Do cats always look so nostalgic?” He inquired plainly, listening to the gentle thrum of a heart in the backdrop.