Skill: Ranger [1/5]

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As the boy's legs grew, so did the range he would explore. He still remained within the bounds of the familiar meadows; yet, without a doubt, the urge was very much present to finally surpass the borders and venture into the woodlands nearby.

His muzzle drifted over the ground, stifling small sneezes as the lush grass tickled his nostrils. Towards the mysterious woods, he could smell Shiloh—a very, very odd sentence only months ago. Yet, now, Lugh did just about everything with his nose; navigate, hunt, even simply play around.

He padded forward, still following the scent of his brother, only halting at the sight of the fiery red coat—much like his own. Shiloh! He barked, lifting his head and speeding into a steady lope.

When compared to his sister, he was certainly a lot more absent. Lugh wasn't nearly as familiar with him as he was with fable—yet, kin was still kin. Shiloh was still his brother, a familiar face, a familiar presence. What're ye doin' out here? He questioned, halting nearby. It's gettin' dark. Two-toned eyes shifted away from the lion-boy and off into the distance. Nightfall wasn't a reason for Shiloh to return home; yet, it was a reason for Lugh to.

Alas, the growing pup was not the type to be still. And darkening skies would not defeat his boundless bull-headedness.

Rune Discovery : 「 Partial failure; clue unlocked for increased chance of success in the next thread this character posts.」 

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How fortunate that you remember the brutality of war. It might serve you well, should the world continue to fall into chaos. The images flash quickly in your mind of bloodshed and loss - but those thoughts are gone within the blink of an eye as a familiar voice calls your name. Ah, the innocence of youth. Unspoiled by the hardships others have faced, oh precious youth. How [font size=small]tragic[/small] to have innocent be broken.

But there is something special to be said for youth and all the potential there. Perhaps that would help. This might prove to be a way to help - if only those tender ears would open. It starts like a whisper teasing down your spine, and it grows into a cacophony of whispers until you are both together. Then silence. Your ears perk as finally you can strain enough to hear something clear.

Oh yia ere suf krose, suf krose! (Oh you are so close, so close!)

The feeling grows more intense, deeper, down to the bones even. The frenzy to hunt, to put your paws into motion, to persevere. Would the task be easier between the both of you? Perhaps those younger senses will prove to be the key. A glimmer of fireflies off in the distance seem to flash in synchrony. The pattern is deliberate, pulsing a deliberate 7 times before they trailed off into the sky until it is too hard to track them.

Sepa lale, sepa krond, yia muk! fonie, fonie, ali filn. ali fif (Be brave, be strong, you must! Follow, follow, to find....to fix....)

The feeling of near certainty settles in your chest. Heart beating wildly, you feel certain of your path. You must choose, though. Do you give in to the call and the chance? Or do you give into the fear of the unknown?

Skill: Ranger [2/5]

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Lugh huffed. I'm not gonna get lost, he retorted. I've been out here loads o' times. I know exactly where I'm goin'. The boy shot his older brother an indignant glare before being distracted by the fields.

'I was checkin' th' borders for signs o' those runes everyone is talkin' about,' Runes...? Is that what Beibhinn—err—Fable, left to look for? All in truth, there had been... some kind of announcement made about this. However, alas, he had not been listening.

Shiloh was interrupted by the strident sounds of a distant whisper. Lugh jumped, hackles bristling within an instant. Whassat? Who's there? Come out!! He barked defensively, his throat rumbling with growls.

Two-toned eyes drifted towards the horizon. Fireflies—loads of them, undulating rhythmically, floating like stars in the heavens. He gasped, enamored in an instant.

This wasn't a normal sense of desire to follow the softly glowing insects. It was different—it rocked him to his core, burning in his bones and causing his heart to beat faster. He had to go. He had to see them/

'Ye heard th' voice, let's get goin'.' Lugh did not hesitate. He nodded wordlessly and followed behind her brother's lead, tail held high with confidence.