In the beginning a youthful soul would never have pictured their life ending up on this path, but somehow it had. Noah was somehow at the same time lost as well as found. For a number of years the purpose of his existence had been to fulfill a quest, however; the purpose was lost beneath the eyes of a persistent father and a judgmental brother. Each of their tongues were laced with the promise that happiness did not come out of such fulfillment but rather it was found in the victories and spoils of war. It was all to be had in the lavish life led behind closed doors.
Noah found disagreement amongst them but there was an underlying tone of fear that held a sharp tongue in place. A circuit cut off from use it may as well have not existed at all. For the son of a warmonger held that tongue for far too long and all the wrong reasons in the pitiful hope that happiness could actually be found within these walls. It was only when the rival band of wolves came from the shadows to take what had been judged their own that eyes, and lips, were finally opened. There was no chance of unadulterated bliss here.
The brother, Malfius, was quick to fall beneath their rule for they still held the promise of the father. Upon their tongues they carried the words of war and blood in how it would be delivered to all who wished for it. But the younger son had grown weary of such a life, the joys had never found him, for the only purpose of coming into this life had been to mend the heart of a mother now missing. So what good had come of this blight? The simple answer was nothing but a growing heartache.
Yet that life was behind him, was it not? So why had this thirst for redemption and true connection not yet diminished? Months had passed, nearly to the point of a year, yet time felt as if it had stood still. No progress had been made from the moment the Seraphim fell from the gates of his father. Even with new companions at his side who had wormed into a life not ready for them, he saw no progress in himself. Sadness and loneliness were still the overtone of mood though for the sake of others the male tried not to let it show.
And now, perhaps for the first time in a long while, upon the course now set there was a goal at heart. An idea had been sparked from the whispers of the surrounding voices of unknown bodies. Strangers he met in the field spoke of a new formation in the world of Victus with ideals the man felt willing to accept, to try, should they speak of the truth. Noah could not trust the gossip of others any longer before a decision could be made but it was such tones that lead him through the meadows along the course of a river.
In tow was the freckled daughter. A being never forced to follow yet for one reason or another she did. Perhaps for she still held the avenues of a child in the need of guidance. Though if he were to speak the truth, he still needed that as well, and that is what he hoped could be offered here. A light would be offered to be placed upon the path in a way to guide him towards a happiness, a fulfillment of self, which would finally eat way the pains produced from the past.
With each step the stilt legged wolf took it brought with it a flourishing of life. Heavy set leaves swallowed by stalks of weeds and flowers natural to the area. They sprung up between toes in the wake of a man who saw this gift as a curse at times. How could he not in the way it always left a trail to where he stood? There was no way to hide and he could not find a way to stop the flora from spreading although multiple attempts had been made against it. No matter what he did there was always a wake of beauty behind one the one who bore it.
Trixie never seemed to mind and that was one of the upsides for he would never have to wonder if the child was there or not. For her laughter mixed into the slap of her grown paws against the leaves was answer enough. Only should the giggling bouts end to taper off into nothing would the male turn to look back upon the youth. Yet it was never something that occurred, she never grew tired of such games. Each bounding step of the daughter was met with the slap of a leaf recoiling from her brutal touch. Every so often her voice would join in the chorus as if she were thrown into combat in the presence of a leaf monster or something like that.
Such games continued nearly the entire trip along the riverside up until Noah’s senses were assaulted by the scents of many. It was almost like a slap to the face in how it hit him. That golden gaze was thrown back over his stripped shoulder towards the frolicking girl as his voice rose in a carefully set tone. “Stop that for a moment would you?” The canids neck twisted back around as sights were set forward, “I think we’re finally here.”
Certainly she would disagree in the next moment. How could they be here when no one was around physically? So before such questioning could come about the male took the next step. Those of this land, were they not already aware due to patrols, just needed a signal that someone was wishing to be found. So it was with a steady motion that Noah’s crown tipped back to unleash his song. Crying out for at least one of this land to find him and help end this personal blight.
Just to note, in case it isn't brought up IC, Noah is hoping to join as a Priest to serve as a healer. <3
Trixie will tag the top heads of the pack once she posts!
✧ The blessing of Tactus Vitae causes life to flourish in Noah’s wake as flowers bloom within his paw prints. Living beings nearby feel refreshed and those who make contact with him no longer feel mind pains for the time.
✧ Narcissus is always active which leaves his appearance to shift on the whims of any who gaze upon him. Paired together with the pheromones of Seduction it leaves an alluring air about him which, at times, causes the other to feel attracted towards him. The degree of its effects is dependent upon the individual.