The past weeks or the ones that were behind recently were undoubtably the best of her life even when her more hidden feelings got the best of her. Alastor in her den every night was just that large portion of the life she wanted or at least what she had believed was the large portion. As the days went on, and finally when him and Manea made up and he started working things out and moving back into his family was when she really realized the big chunk of the life she wanted wasn't exactly what she thought. It seemed she was always learning, or yearning for more than what she was given. She was taking steps without realizing it and very nearly tripping over the edge.

With Alastor back with his family, as it should have been, she was filling more of her time without him. They still did things together, but there were those times when he ran a patrol and she would go out to hunt or something of the like. Sometimes being inside the pack was too much. She'd never admit.

She was this far out from the pack because of that, and she did recognize the strange Autumn that surrounded the lands here she just didn't pay much mind to it. Her paws in a mindless wander until she made it far enough to head back before the night was over. She walked beside the river bed in that blank state of mind, and it would take her a moment to see almost this golden glow across the grasses around her that made her stop in her tracks.

"Relm"

What even was a life in death anymore? He couldn't say much. If he was suffering he couldn't remember, if he was in a lavishing after life he couldn't remember that either. One minute he's at a table made for a feast and the next he was back in Boreas in the grasses and rivers of his past. Not much, he didn't spend too much time in these parts. Or maybe he did when he traveled with his mother. His memory in these times was quite fuzzy. What he did recognize was the view of his daughter, but he wasn't happy at the sight. Had it been the year ago he was slain and he jumped back up from being dead he may have run over to hug her or something. But there was this burning, festering hatred for her the more he watched. He didn't know where it came from really, all he could put together was this was Relm and he was angry. What felt like small steps to him were completely deranged in the real world, the lights that fell under his paws dancing all around as he closed the distance between them, maybe it was just the harsh energy he felt inside him. He'd stop just in front of her while she noticed his presence even unknown that was him. But she looked up directly into his demonic eyes, as if she could feel that he was standing a breath or less away from her. Walk "Talk" Think

Relm didn't move for quite a while as her eyes just followed the glowing grass that headed towards her. She was nearly holding her breath without realizing all the way up until the the light was illuminating right at her paws. Her head rose to look straight up into nothing, but it was like she knew something was there standing over her. She ended up taking a step back eventually from this deep cringing feeling stirring her up inside. But just as she moved, the light went to circle around her as if to hold her in place.

She didn't really feel anything, she couldn't, but watching it swoop around almost like she was prey to it made her take a couple steps forward. There was the thought to run honestly, but she wasn't sure if the thing or being could react to her, hurt her. It seemed after a couple steps she noticed this dark patch of the grasses right by the river that caught her attention. Almost instantly she was feeling herself drawn to it. She was struck by this same familiar fear that she had during the long night, usually a feeling she was unfamiliar with but not in these moments. It was chilling. Her gentle steps moved closer to the dark, almost black round patch of the grass. Maybe she couldn't even control herself anymore.

"Relm"

He could smile at that subtle look of fear on her face, but he could feel it too. He could feel it intensely. As she took a step back his spirit reacted instantly, not on his watch. She wouldn't get away so easily. He was possessed by the urge to tear into her but it seemed that would be no good. It was like something told him that she couldn't really see him, and in that way he couldn't do anything to her. He pivoted around in a circle around her, nearly pushing her forward, guiding her to something he wanted her to see. Definitely not the idea at first, but it seemed everything was just happening in the moment. He courted her over to the river's edge, the closer they got the darker it became. Almost like he was blinding her to just this one place alone. It was a moment before they made the distance and he let her get lost into this abyss of the ground that he forced her into, and it was then that he put his insentient paw at the back of her head, giving her the vision that drove them here. Walk "Talk" Think

She was almost spiraled into this completely black part of the grounds, focusing on every little blade of grass she could see and tunneled into it. Hypnotized. She couldn't pull herself out of it. A harsh exhale left her as the world almost went silent, and she could feel her eyes close but all she could see was the abyssal grass under her nose.

A shiver down her spine made her tense as if someone was back there touching her, but it must have been this trance she was in. It wasn't a few seconds later that she actually did blink again and the form of her bleeding mother curled up on the grasses was staring right back at her when her eyes flashed back open. In the instant it was gone, but she had known what she saw. She scrambled backwards from the vision and seemed to get free from the weird spiritual hold that was on her, and she ran back towards Elysium. It would be a hard travel back home.

"Relm"

He felt this overwhelming sense of pride in himself as she was craned over what anyone else would have seen as nothing, and it was the fear that was really feeding him. And maybe the fear was strong enough to let her go. Inside his dead head he was laughing, manically, but in this ghostly form not a word or sound came from him. It wasn't like she could hear it anyway. Tripping over her paws as she had laid eyes once again onto a deceased Agria he supposed he would let her go. But was he done toying with her? Or toying with anyone else for that matter? He wasn't sure where he would end up next. Still wandering the lands of Boreas and Auster, back at that delightful feast, or back into that lost memory of his after life. He was not done, but he wasn't the one handing the cards. Walk "Talk" Think