hello me, but smaller and angrier

Ever since his odd experience with the scrying mirror, he'd felt just a tad off. Like something in his brain was just nagging him, tugging at the far corners of his brain like a bird on a worm. Pulling and pulling and pulling but he had no idea why - his thoughts were fuzzy then, and even fuzzier since returning from the stone steppes where that strange festival took place. The koi wolf swore he wouldn't partake in something like that in the near future, believing it best to keep to himself if he didn't wish to have anymore strange doubts woven into the very fiber of his being as it had been done now. How utterly strange, and to be quite frank..he couldn't say he cared much for scrying at all.

Shaking his head of the thoughts, as if to clear them in lieu of a blank slate, the warrior silently wove through the bamboo maze, knowing each path and trail and where they led to. Hell, he could practically wander the maze with his eyes closed if he so wished. Mossy eyes tracked towards the earth, his posture relaxed, head lowered, yet his non-flopped ear remained alert, swiveling softly at each crack and shuffle in the midst of the bamboo stalks. Even his double-bladed sword remained in its place, slung across his back in its crisp leather sheath. A warrior never let down his guard completely.

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