Post by jackvall on Feb 10, 2019 5:14:38 GMT
Harvest
- You Will Know When You See It -
Harvest’s amber eyes burned in the blackness as they tracked up the unlit corridor. Under the burned structure of the nursery, a rich catacomb of passageways and maintenance tunnels provided opportunity for expansion and ambush. Harvest took a step forward and listened to his claws click against the concrete floor. The tap echoed down the hallway. With a soft sigh, Harvest proceeded down the hallway until the blackness swallowed him.
Initially, his foxes had reported evidence of restless presences and unexplained occurrences once they had begun to occupy the burnt out remains of the nursery. Since then, the sightings had calmed down. Perhaps those that had been watching had decided to cast their lot in with the closely knit group of invaders. In any case, the hauntings had been reduced to a minimum and the structures were tested for soundness. There was no sense in establishing a home in a crumbling house.
Ahead, a spark of light promised a relief to the yawning abyss and Harvest trudged ahead, only his searing eyes visible as the light revealed their sinister gleam. His paws encountered stepped concrete, and he ascended the stairwell and pushed aside the charred wooden palate that blocked his way. Harvest shook himself off as he emerged above ground, and looked around him. The brick remnants of walls and doorways stood in silent vigil, and charred soot rested in a thick layer over everything. The entire nursery had a certain smell to it, more than just charcoal and dust. Harvest breathed it in, his eyes drifting shut blissfully.
Perhaps he would make a visit with a delegation today. For now, he had all the time he needed and not even the sky above could limit him. Harvest sank to his haunches and brought his favorite hind leg up to scratch behind his ear. Though the Clans might be wary of him, he resolved to make himself known. The silver reynard’s jaws parted wide in a yawn, and he scuffed a pattern in the soot as he rose to his paws again. Yes, he would gather some of his most trusted and make a Goodwill visit.
Turning abruptly, the Reynard disappeared back underground, leaving the charred above ground remnants of the nursery eerily abandoned. A raven called nearby with a wary caw, and a fog gathered in the fields past the ruins.
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