With a to do list always essentially miles long, the Sword opted to check off a portion further down but no less important. If he wasn't tracking monsters, then he was trying to track the Valkyrie. Ru’s disappearance had marked another trend of cyclical sieges, and despite the news that she unharmed, the sinking feeling never quite left his ribs. Not one to rest on his laurels, and he’d never forgive himself if something did inevitably happen and he hadn’t even tried, he went towards outer layers. The less likely portions to find her; what with old ghosts and haunting ruins, despite so many alterations, still lingered and remained embedded within minds; hard to shake wraiths. Given that he had fewer and fewer tendencies to seek out the Hollowed Grounds, unless visiting Kiada, Fox, or Danta, he opted to start the day’s trek there.
Without a scent trail, he simply snuffled along brambles and thorns, nettles and brush, skimming over the layers of isles with his nose down or immersed amidst the wind, long, blackened form roaming through the trees in purposeful, determined strides. The only distraction would be the familiar contortions of Ancients nearby, clearly enjoying the flames of a bonfire, and he shook his head with amusement, before rounding out another portion of the islet; figuring if he could wander down all portions of it, that meant one less avenue for her to have settled within.
Without a scent trail, he simply snuffled along brambles and thorns, nettles and brush, skimming over the layers of isles with his nose down or immersed amidst the wind, long, blackened form roaming through the trees in purposeful, determined strides. The only distraction would be the familiar contortions of Ancients nearby, clearly enjoying the flames of a bonfire, and he shook his head with amusement, before rounding out another portion of the islet; figuring if he could wander down all portions of it, that meant one less avenue for her to have settled within.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
