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More and more recently, Rogue had been deliberately avoiding being around Ashen. Ever since his mother had abdicated her throne to his uncle and his title of prince had become more of a ceremonial ranking than a true status, the young brute had been sullen and ill-tempered whenever he was home. He hated being reminded of his family's fall from grace. He hated seeing this new cluster of Kleins relishing in the luxuries of royalty that he and his family had lost due to no fault of his own. He hated Chimera and his harem of whores begging to suck his dick and his horde of children. He hated everything about what had happened to Ashen. Now his home no longer truly felt like a home to him. With no reason to stick around, Rogue had spent most of his days out wandering the wild lands, trying to live the debonair playboy lifestyle his father had done back in his youth. It certainly beat sticking around in this cesspool of a degenerate family mess...

But despite all his objections and loathing for the Chimera sect of Kleins, the young prince had to return to Ashen from time to time to show his face, if for no other reason than to let his parents know he was still alive and well. That was why the midnight sky wolf was back in Ashen now, milling about just to make his presence... well, present. He'd be back out in the wilds once more soon enough, but for now he sulked about the Empire, lounging out on the southern coast of their lands and listening to the calming waves of the ocean and the cries of the gulls in the skies. Giant paws crunched through the soft golden sands between his toes, feeling the occasional cool lap of the water as it ran up to touch him before retreating back once more. Even in early autumn, the days still felt like summer, with bright sunshine warming the land and his coat and a gentle coastal breeze keeping him refreshed as it tousled his fur. Rogue was headed nowhere in particular, just meandering down the beach, not really paying attention to where he was going nor caring where he ended up, his mind a million miles away and lost in the memories and fantasies of beautiful young faes he could be losing himself in.

"Rogue Klein"