like father like son

The wanderer, the ghost of who he was meant to be. Life shaped him like a river shaped the bank, crafting on him more than he could have foreseen. But instead of finding it a bad thing, he actually felt less committed to others, free and capable of doing what he wanted. Go wherever he wanted, do whatever he would wish. But, at what cost? He was free but alone, without no one but his own shadow to go along him on his never ending travels, wondering what would be of his siblings, of his father..whom he havent seen since they lost Incendium. Back when pretty much he had a crown reserved for him, but now he owned nothing, but that was fine. Someday he would claim what was to be his, alphaship. But first...he needed followers, a plan of governed and more experience in what it meant to lead.

But right now he only traveled, he only made the exploration, learn everything he could before settling. He came to a lake as the night fell over his head. Silver eyes finding the calm waters of a lake of ironic shape, like one of his paws. He approached and knelt to start drinking, senses awake and aware of his surroundings.

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