the end

He knew that he should have been dead already. By some miracle or his own tenacious will, Noir drug himself away from the place he’d been mauled. He didn’t know where he was going, just away, after the crowd had left him there to die. His dark fur was covered in his own blood, though he’d landed a few hits of the purple monster so his was mingled there too. Despite his foreboding doom, Noir did not regret any choices he had made. Two attempted murders now sat under his belt and he wouldn't have changed a thing.

Strange that as his vision grew foggy that he would return to a time when he was young. The fires that almost burned Abaven to the ground, his attempt on his half sister’s life. He did wonder if things would have been different had he succeed, or never been caught. That was something he would nver know, he had to assume that no matter what things would have ended like this.

He was gasping fir breath as he found himself under the fruit trees, only just realizing he was crossing into another pack’s territory as he drug himself along.