The bloody kings ghost[xeph]

*Xephyris* · 07-07-2017, 06:07 PM

It had been a while since his last visit to the plateau, but it was a place he quite enjoyed. It was quiet and rustic, and there were things to be found and seen that were particularly unusual. Not to mention at its highest point, one could see far across the rolling Buffalo Knolls, and well into the Range and Orchard - it was easy to monitor prey from here, as well as spot other traveling wolves. However, in the darkness of pre-dawn, there was little to be looked upon, although he knew the sun would soon make its appearance. Xephyris almost always rose before dawn, ever thoughtful of his next move. He would plan out his day so that he was most productive, hating to waste time when there was much to be done. Not that the life of a loner called for much, but keeping himself busy prevented him from thinking about the past, longing for past friends, lovers and regretting his failures as a father. He hadn't seen his daughters for nearly a year now, but he didn't want to think about it at all.

Much as he tried to keep his mind busy, he was certainly taken by surprise when he spotted a familiar-looking wolf perched upon one of the many strange, metallic constructions found in this land. He clacked at himself, displeased with having been preoccupied with thoughts that were of no use to him. However, he was easily drawn away from those thoughts as he came nearer to the wolf, noticing the light-coloured coat and red markings. Suddenly he began to feel like he was seeing a ghost. "Sin?" he questioned, his deep tone rumbling as he squinted to try to see clearer. Perhaps in better light he would have noticed the differences between this wolf and the infamous Sin, but from where he stood, the brute in front of him appeared to be the real thing. But it couldn't be. Was he going crazy? Who was this?

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