The man took a shuddering breath. this was once a place he had called home, he assumed that Ludicael had simply moved; there was no way that his former home was lost, but this had also been the place of his greatest failure. how he longed to see Zlata and Australis, but the time for that was over. He had to leave things like that in the past. He was not as young as he once was. He had once stood here a part of a pack, a mate and a father. But that had all been washed away, and that section of his life had come to an end.
The rain had quieted down a bit now, but still, every drop stung as it lashed at his skin. the storm wasn't quite as bad as it had been when he first returned to Alacritia. He had passed through severe areas of storm. the gods were clearly enraged.
OOC: this is my first post in a long time, so yeah, I'm pretty damn rusty
"Speech"
