His form passed through the lands like a pale grey ghost. For that's what he was to his brothers and sisters. The male had found himself enraged and wandering in his anger. His scarred visage stayed on the front of him, deadly intent on his face. He needed to find someplace to sleep eventually, perhaps he could get Sin to answer his dreams, though he doubted it. He moved at a slow pace though part of him wanted to give pause as he crossed a scent, one that was a memory to him, familiar yet he couldn't place it. It was lupine and male but he wasn't sure about the rest of it. Perhaps if he thought on it the memory would eventually place this male, but he shook his head.
He didn't care right now. After his run in with Ganta he wasn't sure he wanted to see any more of the past anyways, he had proven to Riker that he wasn't someone to be given any attention unless he was going to be killed. He was forsaking the Hellstrom name and Rikeros was pissed at the thought of it. Their name was strong and one to be cherished. He stopped then as let his haunches meet the ground beneath him. He did have to wonder how many brothers and sister's he still even had left, but then again some might not even recognize him. He was a phantom to them, but it had not been of his own choosing.