Discarnate

Cepheus had chosen to go on a patrol this night, his earthen form blending with the darkness of the dry and cracked foliage around him. The only sign there was something moving in the dark was the shine of his eye and the whites on his body as they shifted through the darkness. He had grown lax since he joined a pack the first time around, and even now as it changed hands, he had been failing in his duties. But no longer. Cepheus was a hardened creature, molded by the abandonment of his fathers and the hardened life of the rogue bands he lived with during his younger time. Now, however, he sought to pull himself out of the void and into the light. To serve those who gave him a place to stay. A purpose. even if he didn't know what his purpose in life was quite yet.

A summons at the border by someone unknown captured his attention, though Cepheus was but a lower ranking member. He didn't think it was in his rights to check it out, however, curiosity would eventually draw him in after several long minutes passed. He ventured towards that direction, eventually finding a large golden man standing at Legion's borders and...nobody else in sight. Strange. Either everyone was heavily sleeping and didn't hear it, or they didn't care to bother with the stranger. Though Cepheus couldn't quite make any judgmental thoughts towards his packmates since he had kept himself a stranger the entire time. Approaching the golden male, Cepheus stood tall as he eyed the stranger. "You stand by Legion's borders, stranger. What's your business?" He questioned, his voice neutral. Whether or not he had the authority to ask such a question was beyond him. He'd call for Chaos if need be.

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