[ he'd visited horizon for a brief chance at quiet, and found torgal pacing back and forth in the parlor car. the wolf had barreled into his knees, weight sturdy and warm, and refused to move even after dan heng had pet all over his head, and scratched behind his ears. something in torgal's golden eyes was unsettling, and the heavy paw against Dan Heng's leg pushed him to turn right back around, and make for the echo of familiar places.
clive's domain was empty, as was jill's. the air felt disconnected, carrying the salty tang of scalegorge waterscape along his footsteps. it felt wrong, enough to send him tumbling back out of horizon into his own body, the dying evening light cast through his window setting the small apartment he lives in ablaze in gold. ]
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mid-month 1/2.
clive's domain was empty, as was jill's. the air felt disconnected, carrying the salty tang of scalegorge waterscape along his footsteps. it felt wrong, enough to send him tumbling back out of horizon into his own body, the dying evening light cast through his window setting the small apartment he lives in ablaze in gold. ]
Clive?
[ no explanation, just trying to reach him. ]
an hour later.
It's about Torgal.