So... The full moon was like yesterday...But what the hell, lets say it's today :P
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Three times in a row had the doppelganger seen the moon this time, three times in just one awakening. He was feeling powerful. Meldresi offered him not so long ago to free him from his weaker state of mind, the weaker side of him that crumbled to the ground whenever he wasn't able to deal with a tough situation. It had been This man who saved Keith from death many times before, in his homeland mostly, it had been him, MoonBane, the one to face the problems Keith got into.
The moonlight always made him feel at home, it was like a familiar face that understood him, that released him from his leashes. But tonight, it was company. It had never been his job to guard the packlands before he arrived to Blackfeather, and so far he wasn't completely sure he liked it. It made him thing about where his life was turning to. He had never put so much commitment to something before, and even though it wasn't a difficult task, he found it hard to keep a hold to it for much longer. He wasn't that guy.
Maybe it was her. Maybe his bond to the night priestess was so strong that he feared letting her down. Or maybe he was just too fond of her to leave.
It was just too much to think about, too much for him at least, so he decided to shun the thoughts away and keep his mind busy on something else. Elk. He had seen them around a couple of times, a big herd that he planned to target with the rest of the pack soon. So he went out to track them. Through the dark woods when the moon was at its highest point, moving silently in the darkness of the woods. But, where did they go? The scent had dissipated in the wind, it wasn't anywhere near for the young Zeta to catch it. Maybe they're outside the territory.
He crossed the borders around midnight, shining brightly under the moonlight. He prowled silently, sniffing his surroundings seeking for a hint on the herd's whereabouts. But that wasn't the scent he got. Was he imagining it? That scent was buried deep within his memories, but not forgotten.
Kedge.
The northerner whispered as he halted to a stop. Should he hide? Should he go to him and say hi? His muscles tensed, and his mind went BOOM! But his body didn't move. He stood like a gargoyle in the open plain.
I wanted to write more but I'm too tired, sorry about that :c
His brother. His twin. No, Keithen's twin. They both shared a body, but that didn't mean he acknowledged whatever Keith did as his own. And Kedge was one of those things. Time after time during their days as pups, Kedge had made it clear that he didn't like him, that he preferred the weaker state of mind he dared say was his true brother... Bullshit. And there he was. Looking at him like nothing ever happened and, ironically, making fun of his pelt?
Dude,
he said rising an eyebrow without much amusement, Haven't you seen your pelt?
the pale one nagged in an attempt to break the sly smile that traced the dark bastard's lips. Even your Father said you are an abomination... And I would appreciate if you stopped calling me that, that's not who I am and you're not my brother...
he said with a smirk that threatened to flash his fangs in a growl.