Walk | Talk | Think
He had wandered much too far and much too long. He had been lost in every sense of the word, and still was, unsure of where he stood with the religious figure he had worshiped and believed in since youth, unsure what his purpose was now that the ties he once thought to possess with that higher power had been severed. The arrow-marked Destruction boy had searched, retreating into the sparsely populated southern continent, in order to try finding himself but to no avail. Requiem was still as lost, still adrift, as he had ever been. Only further from home than he likely needed to be.
He had known he would need to return the moment he had set off for the southern continents. It had always been in the back of his mind, gnawing at him most during those lonely moments when he could not find company or when the thoughts within his head felt too heavy, too loud. He had made a friend in the plain yet lovely Imala, but the tug of family, of his Destruction lineage, had been too strong. Eventually he had abandoned the den she had helped him find and traveled north again, seeking out his family in the last known place he remembered them being.
Only, as he drifted nearer, he began to realize something was amiss. His mother's scent did not touch the border, nor did his brother's even though Dhiren had been next in line to inherit Sawtooth. The black markings on Requiem's brows drew together as he stopped short of the borderline, his stocky frame tensing with uncertainty. Everything still looked the same, perhaps a little more spring-like because of the season, but the scent... That concerned him.
Confused, unaware of all the changes that had taken place to Sawtooth - now once again Ludicael - in the months since he had been dragged away by unjust gods and left confused and alone to find his way back again, Requiem stared inward from the border and lifted his muzzle with a soft howl, calling for anyone who might be able to answer his questions and alleviate his confusion.
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