Post by Apollo on Apr 9, 2012 8:54:27 GMT -5
The change from winter to spring was a slow process in Alanor this year. Unable to hibernate like his peers, Apollo had spent the majority of the long, cold winter lost both in mentally and physically, perpetually wandering the mists to wherever his paws chose to take him. To the simplistic Apollo, there was no better way to spend his life than to take it as it was: life. He was content to live as he did now, without a care in the world. Unfortunately, Apollo was not so ignorant to Alanor's ways as one might think. Though he was more bear than faerie, thousands of years spent drifting in and out of every crevice of the lands left the Unseelie beast with what could be a connection with Alanor herself. Though the beast regularly failed to retain day-to-day information, he was almost completely reliant on his senses; even those that stretched beyond the ordinary five. It was those senses that were telling him something was wrong.
Apollo knew nothing of the most recent court events. He had smelled blood after the festival of Imbolc and had wandered in to investigate, but ultimately the presence of dead Shades had been of little concern to him. Had there been dead faeries, an alarm might have gone off. The subsequent Unseelie war was, at most, a mere whisper to the bear. He had seen the Sluagh leave the caverns, he had heard some converse amongst the mists, but the garlanger had not witnessed any of the bloodshed, nor did he know the reason for it. To Apollo, courtly matters were things that the upper faerie participated in - not ones with blood so tainted as his. He was content to spend his days far away from any courtly dealings, provided they did not hinder his own life. At the same time, there was something else going on - something that transcended just the courts. Apollo didn't know what it was, nor did he have the faintest idea (all previous memories of possible Drow encounters were mere shadows in his mind), but he knew something was up. Thus, for the first time in the longest time, Apollo purposely made his way towards the Exordium with the intent to meet up with a fae that might relate to him some of the more recent events of Alanor.
The bear was apathetic towards this self-proclaimed mission. He trudged along the sodden ground with little purpose, his paws occasionally dragging and digging deep ruts in the ground. Apollo walked at a steady past, his deep hollowed breaths expelled with each step, a light grumbling noise to quickly follow - almost as if he were bearing some sort of exceptional weight within his chest. By the time the garlanger came to the clearing, his paws were a fair bit muddier than when he had started out, but his eyes were now exceptionally clear. There was no one in the clearing according to his current range of vision (which was, sadly to say, quite poor), but it was mid afternoon - a time when most faerie would be back dining in the comfort of their own homes. Apollo didn't mind. He could easily nestle down in any area and wait for however long it took for someone to notice him. In fact, that was exactly what he did. The bear positioned himself alongside the woods that lined the clearing, dropping down into a snoozing position, though his eyes did not close and his mind did not wander. Someone would appear - sooner or later.
[ooc: pure crap, but I really wanted to get a post out. I should improve the more I get a feel for him]
Apollo knew nothing of the most recent court events. He had smelled blood after the festival of Imbolc and had wandered in to investigate, but ultimately the presence of dead Shades had been of little concern to him. Had there been dead faeries, an alarm might have gone off. The subsequent Unseelie war was, at most, a mere whisper to the bear. He had seen the Sluagh leave the caverns, he had heard some converse amongst the mists, but the garlanger had not witnessed any of the bloodshed, nor did he know the reason for it. To Apollo, courtly matters were things that the upper faerie participated in - not ones with blood so tainted as his. He was content to spend his days far away from any courtly dealings, provided they did not hinder his own life. At the same time, there was something else going on - something that transcended just the courts. Apollo didn't know what it was, nor did he have the faintest idea (all previous memories of possible Drow encounters were mere shadows in his mind), but he knew something was up. Thus, for the first time in the longest time, Apollo purposely made his way towards the Exordium with the intent to meet up with a fae that might relate to him some of the more recent events of Alanor.
The bear was apathetic towards this self-proclaimed mission. He trudged along the sodden ground with little purpose, his paws occasionally dragging and digging deep ruts in the ground. Apollo walked at a steady past, his deep hollowed breaths expelled with each step, a light grumbling noise to quickly follow - almost as if he were bearing some sort of exceptional weight within his chest. By the time the garlanger came to the clearing, his paws were a fair bit muddier than when he had started out, but his eyes were now exceptionally clear. There was no one in the clearing according to his current range of vision (which was, sadly to say, quite poor), but it was mid afternoon - a time when most faerie would be back dining in the comfort of their own homes. Apollo didn't mind. He could easily nestle down in any area and wait for however long it took for someone to notice him. In fact, that was exactly what he did. The bear positioned himself alongside the woods that lined the clearing, dropping down into a snoozing position, though his eyes did not close and his mind did not wander. Someone would appear - sooner or later.
[ooc: pure crap, but I really wanted to get a post out. I should improve the more I get a feel for him]