Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche

The man’s search for himself had brought him down to Auster, away from his kin, away from everything the Armada male had ever known. He was getting older now, to reach his sixth year come Autumn. He could hardly believe how much time had flown by… he felt as though he had barely had the chance to really live yet! Sure he had Carlisle by his side, but up until now what purpose had he served? He felt like a spirit caught in the breeze, drifting as he sought to find the place he thought he belonged. For a while he thought that was with Fiori… but now he wasn’t so sure. Family… did it really mean everything?

The man had been wandering for… how long now? He lost track. Time didn’t seem to really flow normally anymore. He was often lost in his mind, deep in thought as to what he’d be facing next. So far he hadn’t come across many loners… none that were hostile on the plus side. But Vitus felt… rusty. Would he be able to hold his own if it came to a fight? It felt silly to think that he might not be able to hold his own… but when one didn’t practice… His bi-colored eyes scanned skyward, searching for Carlisle.

His ears perked, gaze shifting to the coastline. So far he’d met no one on this beach… but the wind carried the promising scent of another. Vitus wasn’t sure if he wanted to run into them or not. Would the encounter be worth it? Eyes rolled, focusing back ahead of him. No use to ponder… might as well get a first hand experience at what could happen, right? Who knew, perhaps this stranger might even be able to help jog that foggy mind of his into realizing what it was he was seeking.