where the hell have you been, loca!?

Darkness.

It's all he can see or remember. Hells, that's happened more than once now, hasn't it? One moment, he's tucked away with Cricket and a few of their yearlings, hunkering down for sleep. Next moment, he's blinking up at a blood-red sky. The first time it happened, they had been taken moved away from Insomnia to land unknown to him. Now... he was back in Boreas? Ruby eyes that nearly match the sun above blink rapidly, fear encircling them as he looks around. Cricket and the pups are nowhere to be seen.

A growl rumbles in his throat as he slowly comes to stand on all four paws. His shortened deer-like tail swishes behind him, almost anxiously flicking back and forth. This place felt like home, but he had never seen such a sight before. Dirt beneath him is soft, pliable, loose as he walks slowly. Begging his heart slow so that his mind can work, he doesn't fear approaching the spire. Looking up first toward the top, Ghoul notices how they go into a point, but do they point in a specific direction? A quick glance says no.

Suddenly, where one moment there appeared to be no wind at all, it is picking up and brushing against him. Winding through the holes in the tall metal features to create a cacophony of noise. Wails almost as ghostly as his nightmares send shivers down his spine and his fur bristling. Were they making this noise for a reason? His attention turns closer to them until he notices the etched carvings closer to the bases. Had he been brought back here during this time for a reason? It was much too similar to the other occurrences for him to ignore...

GHOUL