Revenge of the Piss Man

*Naiche* · 10-25-2022, 09:03 PM

Naiche had taken a breath, and then realized it was a breath on the mortal world. Who knew? Ghosts had been a lot more real than he had imagined before death. Once again he was out of somnium. Amusingly he’d eaten a great meal at a strange feast. He was fairly certain it wasn’t where he’d last been in the mortal realm but, what did it really matter to the dead?

Roaming the land, curious of what had brought him back this time, Naiche figured out quickly enough something strange was going on. The changes in weather with but a step of the paw weren’t normal, though he doubted the living mind at all. The autumn weather looked like he’d enjoy it were he alive and oddly after a bit he had left that magical autumn.
He was back in the autumn now, and pools of blood, as well as weapons, were scattered about the ground. There was a sense of detachment for concern for those living at this point. They were no longer of his interest. Well, there was a small number that was of value to him but they were not here. Even as Naiche wandered through, someone he had feelings towards did come into sight.

In life he had kept his feelings controlled, acknowledged what had to be, and tried to understand from another’s perspective. Naiche wasn’t alive anymore and didn’t give a damn about the why, he only acknowledged the wolf had been a trigger for Naiche losing a bit of life he’d loved and treasured. That had been rare and precious, and Mojito had taken it from him.

Naiche moved towards Mo, facing him, a low rumbled growl in his throat that in Naiche’s mind should have gotten a reaction, preferably fear. Mo didn’t react at all. Damn! Back in the mortal world but not visible!? Naiche looked at his paw and how when he stepped the dirt shifted about. He could touch things.

Time to say hi. Naiche smiled grimly, eyeing a pool of blood. Stepping closer, his paw dipped into the blood, then splashed it in the door in Mo’s direction. In case that wasn’t enough, Naiche would dip his paw in blood and slowly stalk toward a wolf that he currently loathed.

"Naiche"

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