Running with @darkmoondelusion
Having been preoccupied the night before, Sif largely ignored the very familiar scent she had faintly noticed while running through the city. Now that the initial shock had largely worn off and she found somewhere safe to stay that reminded her of her old home, she ventured out again through the towers of steel.
She had been tracking the scent for the better part of the night and had traveled a fair ways through the city. Now she found herself in a completely different type of forest area, one more densely populated and smelling of magic. She had even walked past some strange creatures that seemed vaguely familiar on her small journey. Finally, just as the sun began to rise, she found what, or rather who, she was looking for.
This particular fragrance brought her back to her days as a young pup, when Artorias had taken her to the city where the gods dwelled. While she was unsure if she had actually met this god before, the mixing aromas of the divine, moon magic, and the old world was unmistakable to her. Laying down near his snake-like legs, she gave a pitiful whine.
There was so much she wanted to ask, yet did not have the words for. Why was she sent here as punishment? Why was she being punished in the first place? Had she not helped to serve the gods by hunting Darkwraiths and banishing the Abyss for many years? Wishing Alvina was here to convey her thoughts, for she had always envied the cat’s gift for the human tongue, Sif decided on the next best solution.
Of course, Artorias and Alvina had taught her letters; they were important for the writing of her summon sign. Writing was distasteful to her because it seemed a less honest means of communication than simple body language, but it was her last resort if she wanted to convey her thoughts to the god. The wolf scratched two words into the ground beneath her paws.
“WHERE? WHY?” She looked up again with sad eyes and awaited her conviction.
