Wolf RPG

He'd done nothing but cover the entire territory on loop for the past week. Everywhere he went he saw ghosts. Running with Hela under and over the fallen trees, Playing with Clay just about everywhere they could slip away to. Lessons with Vengeance. The place where they'd taken down Orochi and dragged him back to the pit. The damned pit....staring into it was like staring directly into his sins...torture...imprisonment...murder. Turning away he found himself standing at the mouth of Vengeance's den and breathing in finding a trickle of disappointment when none of the previous rank stench was brought into his lungs. Looking around him he saw his entire life...for he'd not really lived many months before being taken away by the Warlord. He saw everything he'd second guessed, everything he had found himself still not satisfied with and had to swallow down yet another lump that rose in his throat.

Valour sat in the clearing. The place where he had fought Astara. The place Hela and he constantly fought for shit they should have been too young to even think about....they were both too stupid to know that. His eyes gleamed as he sucked in a breath and exhaled a few tears slipping down the red fur of his cheeks. There wasn't any reason that he had to go but the goodbye was solidified in his heart, Nightwalkers was not a thing anymore and therefore he wasn't bound by anything but affection for those lingering. Even then he couldn't deny the world that he'd never seen the seduction of the unknown too strong to ignore. Calling out to @Clarence he waited for his friend praying he was still around and hadn't left, not without saying goodbye first.

Santiago had left, with Serem. That was what Clarence had expected them to do, but... he didn't really want to third wheel with the two of them. It was probably better for him to let them go off on their own for a while anyway, and for him to do some growing up of his own. After all, there was so much he hadn't seen and so much he hadn't done. Still, it was painful, knowing that he was going to be alone. For the first time in his entire life, pretty much.

Valour called him and Clarence didn't really think on it too much before he approached his friend. He must look pretty bad, all droopy and unhappy. But then again, were any of them happy, to be splitting up like this?

The spotted boy approached the former leader and offered him a small smile, stopping only a few feet away. "Hi, Valour," he greeted quietly, meeting his eyes.

"hey Clarence" he said silver eyes meeting crimson. The spotted man looked as wrecked as he felt but then again...two lovers had left. The absence of Serem and Santiago had not been noticed but Valour found himself feeling little else but bitterness for the old General and anger at Santiago for abandoning Clarence. There was a long pause before he gave a gentle smile and wagged his tail "this sucks but we did alright I think. Ended better than what it was" he sounded a bit choked but otherwise he held strong searching the face of one of his four only friends. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked holding back the question of where he'd go. Everyone needed time to dwell on what was lost...he supposed he was lucky for the opportunity to be taken as freedom.

The thing was, Clarence hadn't really felt much of anything toward either of the two wolves that had left. Maybe he hadn't thought about it enough, but... well, he couldn't. That was all there was to it. He knew that that was where they were going to end up in the end, he figured. It made more sense, Serem and Santiago. And she made Santiago happy.

They had done alright. No more prisoners, kidnappings... no more murders. That was good, right? "I'm okay. This isn't the worst..." Well, actually... it was one of the worst experiences of his entire life, if he were being honest. "I've seen worse." That was true. But he had never felt worse. His attention flickered back to the agouti boy and he offered him a small wag of his tail. "Are you going to be okay?"

While Valour wasn't sure how genuine the optimism was he found it admirable. "Yeah me too" he said which was true enough...his dad's dead bloated body and then everything he'd done and been through in Nightwalkers was surely much worse than the downfall of the wretched place right? Wrong. He forced his lips to curl upward into a flash of a smile "I'm sure I'll find something entertaining out in the world to keep me busy" he'd probably wander aimlessly while struggling to keep himself sane with only his nasty thoughts to keep him company. "Vanity is staying here and i'm sure you can hang around, she's rough but she's a good woman. I'll be keeping close and in touch, she sent me toward the mountains. Said there's some healers there that could start giving me some real knowledge" he talked through the building feeling of sadness that tightened his throat. Everything he'd worked for was gone because the demonspawn couldn't keep themselves from wandering off. "Did you have plans?"

Valour

RIP Clarence

Valour

RIP Clarence

Valour