The Man On Fire

*Valor I* · 05-01-2021, 02:37 PM

He was old.

Every time he thought of the season change making him a year older he visibly cringed. He'd never really gave age much thought when he was a kid. As a pup he'd just wanted to grow so he could become as accomplished as his father had been. He'd had goals to rise within the ranks of Celestial and prove himself a capable hunter and warrior. Then he'd watched Creed get murdered before his very eyes and not long after Talis had raided Celestial. He wasn't sure how long the pack had lasted after he'd been taken, but he knew that it wasn't standing now from the intel Sirius had given him. Where had the Ancora family disappeared to? He supposed all over the ends of Boreas, but perhaps they had left altogether like he had? He had been weak. Leaving had been easier to do than stay and face the fact he'd had an absent mother and a dead father.

Now... well he felt like he hadn't gotten anywhere with his life. Living in Armada had helped ease some of those thoughts for a time, but now they were back with full force. It was mostly on the lonely days like these where he had no company other than his own mind that he found the thoughts assaulting him. The silence made him long for his dead mate, absent children, and the one who went missing. He had tried so hard to search for his daughter, but with the illness of his mate and others to care for, it had been hard. So hard. Now he was left with nothing but his own strength to keep pushing forward. There were some days where he wondered why he even bothered. Who did he have left worth staying for?

To get away from his own head he'd headed out past the borders of the Armada. The pack meeting had brought a flood of feelings back that he hadn't been prepared to deal with. Rather than stay and face them he decided to preoccupy his time with exploring. He hadn't gotten to know much of Boreas the last time he'd been on the continent and he aimed to rectify the situation before he was too old to do so.

He let his paws lead the way with no particular destination in site. A part of him wanted to track down Celestial's old lands to see if anyone was there, but he was uncertain if he wanted to face if that had changed as well. He wasn't sure how much of that he could take. So instead he came to rest under a small lonely tree as he stared out at the expanse of snow covered fields. By now they should have been covered in grasses, shrubbery, and flowers, but winter just didn't quite want to let go it seemed. Just one more change he had to deal with.

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The Man On Fire

Valor is being an emo kid

Valor I