Late blooming

The truth was Phobia had found himself stagnating. Many of his siblings had gone off after their older sister but he'd remained in Elysium. There was really two reasons. The first was that for a while his father's health had been a bit touch and go, the second was that he had always been closer to his brother than any of his sisters. But he was also bored. To go from a prince to nothing certainly didn't sit well with him either. So he was finally kicking his ass in gear. He left the island the purple family had claimed and headed west. Phobia didn't have any specific destination in mind, he was just going until something caught his eye.

Like the strange debris littered field did. The dark red sky cast dark shadows over the whole thing, maybe that was what had really drawn him out. Cat like eyes dilated as he leaned down to look at a strange rusted object. It almost looked like the helmets he sometimes saw on other wolves but it was shaped slightly off, dented maybe, and tiny. Though Phobia was also quite big so maybe that was more a matter of perspective.


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