Remember Every Scar

He'd been walking for so long. The life of a rogue was not something he had liked during the years he'd been away from Alacritis. And even after all that time...he hadn't found his daughter out there. His beloved little girl...he had been on a quest. It was his mission as a father to find her, but the more time passed without so much as a hint of her whereabouts had made him begin to lose hope. He was giving up. The old dog didn't want to abandon her...but he had to acknowledge the fact that she either died long ago, or was living happily somewhere else. He chose to think the latter.

The male had passed through the west a season or two ago to find that Valhalla no longer stood. So in another search, he sought out someone...anyone, who had been there before and might still be around. The Adravendi line to him, was a a sort of guide. No matter how lost one got, they somehow always found each other. Or so he thought and hoped. His path led him to the borders of one of the eastern packs, the faintest traces of a scent both foreign and familiar had pulled him this way. He shook out his shaggy pelt, standing several feet from the border as faintly clouded blue eyes gazed into the other side. This was the end of his journey, wasn't it? This was where he would die, he was sure.

He refused to die a Loner...and his aching bones wouldn't be able to take another long journey. Despite his efforts, he had to settle somewhere eventually. And perhaps, that would be today. The male started his howl, lifting his head as he sung until his head was pointing straight up at the sky. His song was full of a mix of emotions, but the most prominent would be that of mourning as well. He'd lost his beloved Ashtoreth, his little babies...but he needed his family together then. He couldn't have left his little girl. But in the end, he had lost them all. I'm sorry Ashelia...Cador..Vaishya...Ashtoreth...I failed..