Ramses I will eat you alive
Ipomoea had left him standing there in the Mors with a wicked smile upon his face. Ramses was finding it hard to maintain that facade, however, and now he seemed to be allowing his heart to soften. It was his baby brother, after all. The coyote couldn’t dare let someone see his softer side but with the boy… just maybe.
"Damn him," his voice echoed around him as he stared into the beyond, his heart pounding as frustration appeared on his face. The stallion had begun tracking his brother several days ago and it seemed he would never catch him. But, he could taste that flowery scent upon the breeze and he’d somehow found himself in the depths of a forest, following trails and hidden paths. Ramses didn't observe long but the beauty around him was hard to ignore. The wood was absolutely wild, a living, breathing thing that whispered and touched. Fall had settled over the area and his scarlet eyes admired the changing colors and observed the silence of autumn quietly. But, he moved on, his attention returning to that one aroma he sought after, catching it once again upon his lips.
His ability to track so well was in his blood, the Davke were trained to do so, if not they’d lose their way in the desert. This was a skill the creature was adept at, he may have not been the best fighter but when it came to tracking, he excelled. Ramses had come across a roaring river and he’d followed it south, figuring that Ipomoea had come this way. His scent had grown faint and now, Ramses allowed his intuition and instinct to take over. It was as if he could see the trail his sibling had left behind and when he closed his crimson eyes, the path became even more clear.
Finally, after following the river for two days, he’d come across the Dawn Court capitol. That floral scent was soft on the air but the man had grown so used to it, it was easy to pick out amongst the array of others.
The beast did not observe the beauty around him, he simply trudged into the courtyard of the palace, lifting his maw to the heavens. The coyote was searching, he was looking for that painted coat that he shared and that calm, beautiful scent. That thing inside him remained quiet, no longer fighting him when it came to his brother.
"I’m sorry," the Davke born whispered, his breath catching as he walked slowly down a hallway. Perhaps his brother would realize he did indeed care, in his own… odd way.
Tag: @Ipomoea
OOC: I’m sorry this is so short!
