Shadow Mountain Energized like a nine volt, ice cold.

Drizzle collected on the tips of his fur,  but the beast paid little attention as he moved through the cool shadows cast by the much taller mountains surrounding him. At some point, he stopped to shake the water from his dark coat, knocking some loose rock from beneath his paw as he did so. Midar watched with little interest as the freed pieces of rock tumbled down the incline before disappearing somewhere far below. But the sight caused a new memory to surface, and he froze as it rushed into his mind. In the memory, his large body tumbled down the side of some mountain he didn't recognize, jagged rocks hitting different places on his body and the remembered pain causing him to wince a little. The memory consisted of nothing more than him tumbling down the rocky slope; he had no idea where it happened or how it ended, but he knew it was real. He had a suspicion it was linked somehow to his escape, although the events surrounding it were still very fuzzy, even after all these months. Midar remembered the hours before his apparent escape and then waking up on some forest floor, head pounding and blood oozing down his face from a gaping head wound. This was not a new occurrence; flashes of memory came to him occasionally, but it was usually just small pieces to what seemed to be a much larger puzzle. 

During his time healing from his head wound, he soon found out that other memories had been lost, too. The purple mark on his shoulder was a constant reminder of what he couldn't remember. The day he had seen it in the reflection of the water, he had stared at it in confusion because he couldn't recall where it had come from. He remembered most of his childhood from what he could tell (which really who knows) and the mark was not there. When he tried to picture the same shoulder as an adult, it was all just too fuzzy. One day the memories might be jolted back by something, but until then, it was just something to remind him that pieces of his life puzzle were still missing.

The beast continued to replay the new memory in his head as he padded along the shadowed mountain side, the drizzle collecting in his fur again. It was wasted energy to stop and shake his pelt out again, so he left it there to soak through to his skin as he moved across the uneven terrain, occasionally kicking loose rocks down the mountain side again and watching as they tumbled down much like he had in his new puzzle piece.