Green Labyrinth
07-31-2017, 04:23 PM
In truth, Wessex thought the sighting a dream; some side effect of her spreading skin condition (as it now creeps around the edges of her abdomen, in stark contrast to her darkly mottled skin - she’d only glimpsed the nastiness of it recently in a still pool of water) or perhaps this bizarre world playing tricks on her. And maybe it was, maybe there are creatures here that are similar enough to Helovia’s griffins and her mind has twisted that into a familiar figure. Maybe she just wants a bit of good news to bring to a loved one. Maybe she’s hallucinating. The Enyo-not Enyo didn’t let her get too close, but in the dim light of a drizzly day, she could have sworn she’d seen the particular markings of Erebos’s second companion across the cat-bird’s body. She could have sworn that when she’d called the companion’s name, that it gave her a moment’s glance before darting into the brush.
It didn’t come back, and Wessex didn’t expect it to. She stood there, debating for a good couple of moments if it really was Enyo… and then firmly decided that even it if wasn’t, it warranted investigation. The warrior in her tries to keep orientation with the mountain as she picks her way back down it, trying to keep it at her back, but paths are non-existent and after a troubling, particularly aggressive encounter with a bull-like thing (she beat it back with her horns, the first time her impressive head gear has truly come in handy), Wessex found she’d gotten turned around.
That is, until she hears Kaos’s voice again. Again? Dear God, this guy gets around.
At least this time, she isn’t terribly late. Just uncomfortable, and with a little bit of blood on her horns. No big deal. She spots Oizys first, then Volterra, then Erebos. A soft sigh of relief escapes her lips unnoticed, as the large woman makes a beeline for the dark unicorn. Everyone else is practically ignored. Let them argue over children and whatnot - he is the one she seeks, and she hopes her news will lift his heavy heart. “Erebos!” she calls out quietly, as she moves through the crowd (like they couldn’t not notice her). I think I saw Enyo,” she says in an urgent whisper to the stallion, once she draws alongside him. “At the edge of a mountain. I could have sworn it was her.”
@Erebos
Mwahahaha
It didn’t come back, and Wessex didn’t expect it to. She stood there, debating for a good couple of moments if it really was Enyo… and then firmly decided that even it if wasn’t, it warranted investigation. The warrior in her tries to keep orientation with the mountain as she picks her way back down it, trying to keep it at her back, but paths are non-existent and after a troubling, particularly aggressive encounter with a bull-like thing (she beat it back with her horns, the first time her impressive head gear has truly come in handy), Wessex found she’d gotten turned around.
That is, until she hears Kaos’s voice again. Again? Dear God, this guy gets around.
At least this time, she isn’t terribly late. Just uncomfortable, and with a little bit of blood on her horns. No big deal. She spots Oizys first, then Volterra, then Erebos. A soft sigh of relief escapes her lips unnoticed, as the large woman makes a beeline for the dark unicorn. Everyone else is practically ignored. Let them argue over children and whatnot - he is the one she seeks, and she hopes her news will lift his heavy heart. “Erebos!” she calls out quietly, as she moves through the crowd (like they couldn’t not notice her). I think I saw Enyo,” she says in an urgent whisper to the stallion, once she draws alongside him. “At the edge of a mountain. I could have sworn it was her.”
@Erebos
Mwahahaha
