06-22-2021, 10:17 PM
He lands with a heavy thud as the fleshy petals of his face shift and grit their teeth together in thought. The scent of his brother is faint but here, somewhere among the rolling hills of this kingdom. Sepulcher knows the name of Loess solely from the stories Yadigar told him as a child but he does not know where he now stands. He is interested only in tracking the thing that smells like his missing sibling.
His wings fold across his back unseen before he begins moving forward with his nose in the air. Occasionally he sniffs for that fading trail or pauses to examine the outlines of the sleeping Loessians. Most of them are neither scaled nor clawed. Still, Cher gives soft, sad little croons in the hopes that his brother has merely changed into something more beautiful than before. Something happier than before. The sleeping figures stir or simply glance his way before curling back to up.
He snorts and presses on. With the brood scattered all across Beqanna now, he finds himself plagued by loneliness more than ever before. A part of him hopes that perhaps finding a Yadigar, Obelisk, or Altar will be a balm to this aching emptiness. Each day without them, however, only deepens his suffering.
Sepulcher sniffs at yet another sleeping figure and chitters gently to wake them. They don’t smell like home, but their scent is nice all the same.
@Stargaze
His wings fold across his back unseen before he begins moving forward with his nose in the air. Occasionally he sniffs for that fading trail or pauses to examine the outlines of the sleeping Loessians. Most of them are neither scaled nor clawed. Still, Cher gives soft, sad little croons in the hopes that his brother has merely changed into something more beautiful than before. Something happier than before. The sleeping figures stir or simply glance his way before curling back to up.
He snorts and presses on. With the brood scattered all across Beqanna now, he finds himself plagued by loneliness more than ever before. A part of him hopes that perhaps finding a Yadigar, Obelisk, or Altar will be a balm to this aching emptiness. Each day without them, however, only deepens his suffering.
Sepulcher sniffs at yet another sleeping figure and chitters gently to wake them. They don’t smell like home, but their scent is nice all the same.
@Stargaze