Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

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he would not go home.
there was no home.
it had been buried in her womb, a charnel house stained with his own tears.
merrick wandered. the scent of the nightwalkers still clung to his pelt, but was fast fading as his fur was touched with snow, with rain. it had begun to tangle, but he would not allow even @Astara to tend him, pulling away from all and withdrawing wordlessly into himself.
nothing in merrick had shifted; he remained unchanged, still-made, stillborn. empty. stagnant. 
there was but one way to feel, and he had accepted it before indra breathed her last.
let her name fade upon his tongue.
the boy began to hunt for flesh.