ORIGIN

VAZI HASIRA

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That wolf. This was the entrance to where she lived, the place that she called home. So many memories were there... Memories he didn't want to have and yet they still hung in his mind like a plague. He blamed her but it wasn't all her fault, he carried some of the blame which made him all the more angry. It could all have been avoided if he hadn't been distracted. He lowered his head to the ground, muzzle brushing the grass at his hooves. A long sigh full of regret and sadness exited his muzzle as he huffed out the air. His ears hung to the sides of his head. With beast absent he felt far less on edge, like he didn't need to hold onto that anger. When he didn't have that anger he had sadness for that hole was still in his heart. Never to be healed or mended again. He bore a burden... A terrible burden but with it came a responsibility. He had a duty to protect those like himself and cast down the ones not like him. He was ready for the task.

But he was so tired already... So much to do, so little time. He had a place to operate out of but not any followers except for that blasted Beast. How would he remedy that? What would he do? He didn't know yet... But perhaps... He'd figure it out.

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