Homelands[joining]

He definitely wasn't a hero, but he tried his best. The young three year old male had lived in a quiet corner of the lands a bit ways away from here with his brother and parents. Natsu knew plenty about his families past, and how they were long lost royalty but he didn't care. He had been feeling empty with nothing to protect or look upon for support. His father Pippin had been a loner that Anthesia ran into one day and the two fell in love. Dragneel had followed Natsu here, but somehow had split up once they had gotten here while Natsu searched for Valhalla. The pack in which his Grandmother died in, from what Natsu had heard it was like any other family there could be.

He pulled his tan colored paws up at the border and sat down, his crystal blue orbs searching in the middle of the day. He was unsure of what to do honestly. As he flicked his black tipped tail he let out a small bark. The white patch over his left eye glowed in the sunlight of the lush area. So far Natsu was enjoying his time here.