more whining

Eligos, in his wanderings, found himself drawn back to his beginnings as though to remind himself of who he had been, now at the end. He had grown up in Auster, surrounded by a strong empire that had crumbled and fallen apart when his father died. When he had taken up the mantle of leadership. Maybe that was a sign then, that he hadn't been fit as leader. He had crumbled at his father's death, was it any wonder that he could not keep the empire from doing the same? It was as though he were cursed to destroy all he touched. His pack, his family, everything. Laying in the familiar old place, he lost himself in the memories for a time, memories of when he'd had hope. Hope for himself, hope for his future. Now he could only wait for the end.