He didn't know where he was or where he was going, but he'd gotten separated from his uncle Ignis and the boy now wandered alone. The mist that clung to the ground and the darkness made it difficult to navigate, not to mention the ooze that glistened in his nose and eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear his head of the fog that seemed to grip him but no matter what he did, it didn't seem to want to lift. He was paranoid that the world wanted to watch him suffer. That everything was out to get him. He was beginning to tell himself that his parents hadn't loved him and his siblings enough to stay in this world for them...instead, they went and got themselves killed. Leaving their children behind to starve and wander the world with nobody to care for them. How selfish. He began to hear their voices telling him otherwise, but he wasn't buying it. "Shut up! You're both dead! You got yourselves killed because we weren't enough!" He screamed into the world. The waterfall behind him roared, drowning out every sound in his ears.

He kept getting drawn back to this place. Every time he tried to get away, something always seemed to drag him back. The monochrome male walked slowly, head tilting as ooze crept from his ear. It dripped from his nose, his mouth, the cut he had on his shoulder...he wasn't sure why he had ooze coming from his body...but it annoyed him to no end. He couldn't tell what was blood from a difficult hunt, or what was ooze. He swore he constantly had a deep ear inner itching in his left ear, and no matter what he did, the feeling wouldn't go away. He mumbled to himself about the feeling, but it was cut short as he approached the falls and heard a sound nearby. Straining his ears, he picked up the sound of another...along with a scent. Whoever it was smelled vaguely familiar, but also didn't. It was difficult to really figure out if it was someone he knew or not thanks to the ooze in his nose, so he decided to approach to see if he did recognize them. Approaching the base of the falls, he spotted a young boy. Black and white, close to being a yearling, but not quite. Ears cocked forward as he watched the boy, though he noticed he looked thin and unkempt. Was this boy sick? Lost? Cloud approached, uttering a soft woof to get the boy's attention. "You seem angry, kid...what's the matter?"

He whirled around when he heard someone, eyes burning with ooze and anger for the first time in his young life. His tail lashed, ribbed body heaving with the effort of standing as he glared at the stranger. The mist made the guy look unreal, and his young mind worked to try and figure out if the monochrome figure was actually there, or if it was his imagination. "My parents went and killed themselves! They didn't love us enough to stay for us! They're selfish assholes and I hate them! I'm glad they're dead! If we weren't good enough to them alive, then they probably would've ignored us anyway!" He snarled, kicking a rock into the pool of water as his fur bristled. He was angry, the ooze in his mouth flying every which way. He had his eyes set on the stranger, and before he knew it, he charged at the guy with bared teeth, wanting to just...bite something. Hurt someone. Make them feel pain in any way he could, since he was hurting so much himself...

He listened as the boy yelled at him, telling him that his parents went and killed themselves and that they didn't love them enough...with that alone, he assumed the boy had other siblings, and Cloud wondered where they were, too. Even through his fogged mind, he couldn't blame the child for being so angry. Cloud understood perfectly well. But he was surprised when the boy charged at him, teeth gnashing and ooze flying every which way as he charged at him. Cloud lowered his head, sidestepping a bit (albeit clumsily thanks to the buzzing in his ear) before knocking the boy with his shoulder. The boy stumbled to the ground, but he stayed there. "Listen kid, I get why you're mad but you shouldn't attack random strangers in your condition...things could end up badly for you if you attack the wrong guy," He shook his head as it buzzed again, eyes squeezing shut as he felt a headache coming on. He was dealing with his own issues, and now he felt obligated to deal with a kid..."Stay there and I'll get you some food. Maybe drink some water and cool off, you look like you need both." He gave the boy a stern look before walking over to the pool of water at the base of the falls. He squinted at the water, looking for the perfect target he could snatch easily. When a fish flashed close to the surface, he struck. Ooze streamed down from his now wet face, dripping into the water and onto the ground as he gripped the fish in his teeth. He tossed it to the boy before returning to catch another, and when he got a second one, he placed it on the shore before he drank some crisp, mountain spring water to try and wash out some of the ooze. "Eat. It'll help." The kid got quiet, but at least he wasn't yelling or trying to attack him. "What's your name?"

The guy knocked him on his ass before he knew it, and as much as he resented the fact that the man was right, Finan remained where he was for a while, though he watched as the stranger started to fish. Slowly, Finan crept forward and dipped his muzzle towards the water for a quick drink, eyeing the way the stranger caught one of the fish and tossing it his way. Finan eyed it hungrily, he didn't need to be told twice. He tore into it with all the energy of a starving creature, and when he finished, he licked the blood and ooze off his lips and waited for the monochrome male to finish before he answered. "Finan Praetor...son of cowards." He said dryly. The voices he'd heard had convinced him that his parents didn't love him. That's why they did what they did and left him. His siblings, too. Though he didn't blame his siblings for much...he blamed his parents for everything. Since they died, the world went to shit. It was their fault.

He stood up, but evidently, he had done it too fast and he suddenly felt dizzy and ended up falling to the ground, head pounding as he heard whispering again. shit... why couldn't he stop hearing things!?

"Finan Praetor...son of Cowards. His ears perked up, bi-colored gaze regarding the young male. A praetor...? Who were his parents? "That's interesting...I have Praetor blood, too...but I don't go by that name." He eyed the boy as he watched his reaction. "Cloudburst Wreckage...Elias was my...sire...but he was never my father. I never cared to get to know him considering I was a product of rape." No, he had rarely interacted with his sire, and didn't really care to get to know him or be around him beyond general pack things when Tyranis led a pack. He sneezed, head throbbing after as his ears continued to buzz. Not only that, but he felt tired all of a sudden and his vision blurred like he was about to pass out. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself grounded. "Who...who are your parents?" He asked, trying to distract both of them while also trying to figure out how he was related to this kid.

Finan

Your eyes begin to water, but then a glowing blue substance starts to fill your eyes instead. The blue tears streak down your face and blur your vision for several minutes before stopping.


You gain:

• Crystals (7x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...
  

Cloudburst

You are temporarily disabled by your illness (-15% in all fights and races until event's conclusion).



You gain:

• Mushroom (1x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...