Post by Erastor on Feb 11, 2016 3:15:08 GMT -5
For the sake of reference, let us consider a dog's nose. This olfactory sensor is among one of the most powerful and sensitive instruments on the planet. It can lead the owner of said nose along trails for long periods of time, at the end of which they would expect to find the subject of their pursuit. And this...is any dog's nose. In a more fiercely-trained canine, such as a blood hound, there is practically no chance of ever losing a scent once it is found. And that, still, pales in comparison to...the wolf. Primal ancestor and forebearer to dog-kind, the wolf stalks the world, following the trail of others, perhaps years-old with physical evidence nil or none. such is their abilities that to disrupt such a thing and leave one lost is very very hard to do.
Witness the very heart of Erastor's conundrum: The loss of a trail.
In the days that followed his arrival on ths island, the Apennine had recovered his strengths, found dwelling within a cave, and had begun to take in the layout of the land in Caurus. While still not knowing the fullness of Anikira's ways, or indeed land, he had taken it upon himself to renew the search for Rain. He couldn't stand not doing so. They hadn't done more in their time together than bonding, but he really did love the black wolf. If only he'd been more skilled... He could have taken his father's place and then they would all be traveling in the same direction. Erastor was so disturbed by the event that his dreams were sometimes plagued with the times then, both good and bad, to the point where he couldn't tell which was greater torture: The humans and their pain-givers or vivid dreams of Rain while not having seen her for two years.
This led, of course, to the inevitable search.
Caurus was a loner land, and Rain herself was a loner by choice. If she had come to the island, it would be ease to understand her being right here, right now. The problem was...she was not. Hour after hour, Erastor put fresh tracks and noseprints in the snow, attempting to seek her out. With each failure, he became both more determined, and yet also despaired a little more. He now sat in the snowy field, feeling very dissappointed. There was no Rain...just snow as far as the eye can see.
Witness the very heart of Erastor's conundrum: The loss of a trail.
In the days that followed his arrival on ths island, the Apennine had recovered his strengths, found dwelling within a cave, and had begun to take in the layout of the land in Caurus. While still not knowing the fullness of Anikira's ways, or indeed land, he had taken it upon himself to renew the search for Rain. He couldn't stand not doing so. They hadn't done more in their time together than bonding, but he really did love the black wolf. If only he'd been more skilled... He could have taken his father's place and then they would all be traveling in the same direction. Erastor was so disturbed by the event that his dreams were sometimes plagued with the times then, both good and bad, to the point where he couldn't tell which was greater torture: The humans and their pain-givers or vivid dreams of Rain while not having seen her for two years.
This led, of course, to the inevitable search.
Caurus was a loner land, and Rain herself was a loner by choice. If she had come to the island, it would be ease to understand her being right here, right now. The problem was...she was not. Hour after hour, Erastor put fresh tracks and noseprints in the snow, attempting to seek her out. With each failure, he became both more determined, and yet also despaired a little more. He now sat in the snowy field, feeling very dissappointed. There was no Rain...just snow as far as the eye can see.