Jun 14 2016, 01:16 AM
Nothing bad had ever happened to him. He was lucky enough for that, to be an adult and have not a care in the world. Unfortunately, bliss was short-coming for him, regardless. There was a constant ache in the back of his mind that screamed "IMPENDING DOOM" and it terrified him. Sometimes he was so painfully lonely he cried into the water, but never understood why. He was loved; he was protected. Friends seemed oddly hard to come by, however. Seeing the life-long friend he'd had was very rare, these days. So, today, he found himself back where he was born, eyes and stone gleaming brightly against charcoal fur.
Would he be here? Time would have to tell, as the wolf heaved a big sigh while looking around the central part of Origin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually been here. Maybe that was the problem? Whether it was or not, he threw his head back anyway, a long howl calling to any familiar faces that might be in range. The sound echoed painfully loud, making even Menzier flinch a little. Only time can tell.
As he waited, he attempted to distract himself. While wandering, he tried to spark the life of his rarely-used gem, hoping to clear his path as he walked... something like a badass would do. All the wolf managed was a heap of frustration on top of his existing stresses. Still a pup at heart, he chose to relieve some of his tension on water, splashing in it. At some point, something bright caught his eye, halting the pawing into the water. Eventually he found what caught his eye; his reflection. The first time he'd actually ever seen it.
"Is... what is that?" he stumbled, staring at the big green mark slightly above and between his eyes. "I look... I'm a monster."
Just like that, a whole new problem rose it's ugly head. Now he was self-conscious, fearing the sight of a third eye was why he was so lonely. Maybe it took up space from his brain and it made him stupid and sad. Anxieties poured in like the fog in Cetus, quickly sending the wolf into hyperventilation whilst tripping over himself to get onto dry ground. What a mess he'd become. He didn't understand how or why, all he knew is he hated how he felt and desperately yearned for the one face he'd always know.
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"Speech."
OOC: Hurray.
Tag: @Damian