Black Hole Sun

Raijin pulled bits of seaweed out from between his toes, spitting it onto the ground with a perturbed expression. It didn’t at all taste like dried seaweed, which he quite enjoyed. Well, maybe it did a bit, but the texture left much to be desired. His golden gaze took in the scenery around him, head tilting to look to the tops of the stone structures that surrounded him in the middle of the circle. It had seemed as good a spot as any to settle and recoup for a day or so before he ventured on.

He’d been lucky enough to use one of his connections to get a boat ride to this continent they called ‘Boreas’ for a reasonably cheap rate. A little sweet talk here and some schmoozing there and he’d been on his way. What he hadn’t counted on, however, was his chauffeur dropping him off on an island that had been at least a mile’s swim from the mainland. His endurance was still pristine if he did say so himself, but he was still recovering from his injuries from the bastard Hideki. It hurt to open his mouth too far, the scar still fresh and sensitive, and the deep bite mark on his foreleg throbbed intermittently. The chief had done a number on him, but with a bit of time he’d return the favor tenfold.

The rake could smell the scent of a pack on the nearby wind and he decided he would check it out later. He wanted a reasonably lawful pack whose leader had a righteous compass, that way he could spin his web of mostly truths to get them to trust him and reasonably feel for him. It would probably take a few years, but Raijin was a patient man when it came to plans (though not so much in his other daily affairs) and knew it took a while to rise in rank and solidify the necessary relationships to get what he wanted. He was a strategist and knew how to play the long game.

His stomach grumbled, signaling his need to eat but his need for sleep outweighed it. If he was to catch anything he needed the strength a quick cat nap could provide. So, he settled beneath one of the overhanging structures with a yawn.