the world is up for grabs

Pontifex · 09-07-2021, 06:26 PM

Sorrow has sunk deep into his bones by now, weary and mournful of a future that would never come to pass. He'd always expected to take up his mother's mantle, and continue living his life the same as he had for the entirety of his life thus far. It was not meant to be, and in the dead of night he found himself tossing and turning, desperate for respite from his racing thoughts. Midnight came and went, though he was not aware, and he finally gave up on sleep. There had been no time for farewells or anything of the like. He wanted to say his goodbyes to at least one of his cousins, who he'd grown close to in the short while since he'd started roaming openly across the territories of his former pack.

Careful paws drew him away from his sleeping family, towards the edge of the swamp they'd settled in. By the time he emerged from the misty treeline, mud speckled his chest and belly, coated the lower half of each limb. The amethyst marked boy didn't care much, and instead he tipped back his head to let out a low, mournful call. It was late at night, and they were already so far away from the palace on the archipelago. Against all odds, Pontifex still hoped his pale furred cousin might hear him. He feared retribution if he snuck back towards the borders, and dared not to cross them in search of Ikigai. No doubt the patrols would catch his scent and hunt him down, which would end poorly for everyone if he was caught.

"speech"

BURN BRIGHT LIKE THE MIDNIGHT SUN

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