He clashed with the current environment. This was not Meovanni, where a wide range of colours equally represented themselves in all shades. Here, it was green with brown. Mar, Chloria, and Forestwind were at home, Gorian thought. Either that or their colours were spreading out over the forest.
Gorian tousled with this bright teal hair, trying to figure out the leaders of this caravan. Chloria was extremely pleasant, he thought. She was very easy going, especially around Mar. Gorian noticed her orange eyes light up to hear Mar relate the amusing adventures of them as children. There was definitely something going on there.
And Forestwind hated it, Gorian knew. He saw that in her brother's dusky green eyes. Forestwind currently lead the team, but every so often, he would look back at the two furres and Gorian could swear he saw hate. Most of it was directed toward Mar.
Gorian brushed a few burs off his blue pants. This path was not a very wide one, he mused as he continued wiping off the dirt from his light blue vest. He theorized that he must have received the soiling from the last climb by the creek. It would not be long before his light blue fur turned into a dark brown. Then he would match the environment.
"You said that there's a town we stop at before we reach this encampment," Gorian said, "What's it called?"
"Slen," Chloria answered in a half giggle, no doubt the reminiscent of one of Mar's stories. She was not anything Gorian would expect from a vamp hunter. Here walked a brightly faced furre. Even after a hundred hours of staring at her would he not think that she was huntress. Yet she proclaimed that she was. He wondered what her reasons were for such a career decision.
"Its a village on the outskirts of Mount Kuisp," Chloria continued, "We'll stop there for more food and supplies."
"When do we get there?" Gorian asked.
"Tomorrow night," she said beaming, "You tired already?"
"Not at all," he replied, smiling back.
A low rumble made Gorian's ears twitch. He looked beyond Chloria, toward her brother. It appeared Forestwind was starting to let his feelings toward them show. Gorian decided he'd better be on his guard. If they were not careful, Forestwind may feel the need to attack them.
"Be quiet brother," Chloria ordered, "Your mood is so depressing that fog itself would be more cheery."
"My mood is fine," Forestwind grumbled.
If a storm was brewing, Gorian swore he would see
lightning behind Forestwind. The dark nature of the furre was not what he
liked as company. Two days and one night, he thought as sweat began to
seep through his fur. He wished Moonlit Star accompanied them. This
was going to be a long journey.
Soils of yesterday.
"I did what you asked," the equine told him, "I found her whereabouts."
I stand over you, younger than the valleys of which you hide.
'Why must he chant?', she thought, 'He knows who I am by now.' She covered her long nose just enough to hide from the stench of the earth. Her brown hair and markings appeared to blend in with the dust of this furre from all time. If she stayed with him longer, her lavender fur might begin to blend with it as well. Although, it was not that she ever cared for the colour.
I am the ageless furre on your changing mountains ...
"She lives in a small hut on the outskirts of Meovanni," she said, hoping to interrupt him.
... swept by the fluid of long agos.
"She wasn't even living there in secret. It didn't take me long to find her."
You are my blood and I am your body.
"She's not afraid of you," she told him.
Earth remains.
She looked at the shadow of dust waiting for his response. It was silent, but he did move. It was hard to distinguish, but the furre of soil shifted his angle. He was looking down the peaks of the Raina Mountains now, toward the town of Meovanni. She knew ... he was going for her.
Do you love me Kaelin?
"Is that what this is about, Earth?" the equine asked, "You have a broken heart?"
The equine winced at her own words. Once again the vamp could not control her own outburst in time. Sure enough, her feet began to sink into the soil under her. She let go of her nose and cried out, but knew that Earth would not listen to her screams. Her descent stopped when her hips reached the soft ground. The soil hardened around her. She felt the stench in full force.
Furre of water knows where some of the elements are. I must take them.
"Its been almost twenty years," the vamp grunted trying to climb out of the earth, "Why did you wait so long?"
I had to build up my strength.
The equine felt his pressure around her legs. She figured the soil was squeezing in on her. She gasped as she slid a little deeper into him. Her hooves tried desperately to halt the movement. It seemed her lavender fur would turn brown after all. Silently she wished for the day when she was through with him.
"Nothing wrong with your strength," she noted.
I'll be leaving now Almasta. I'll be back soon.
"What?" Almasta gasped, "What about me?"
She looked for the shadow but it was no longer there.
"EARTH!" she cried. It was of little use, she knew. He was ignoring her and her own entrapment into his soil. She cursed the furre of earth. She was glad she was not the enemy when he was an officer of Xte. Of course, neither was the furre of water a century ago. Almasta was not envious of Kaelin today.