July 15, 2020, 10:30 PM
He is between Lone Star Mountain and the Sunspire, somewhere, if you check the map. Due-east of RE and looking down at it. A little vague @ his condition because he has so many other threads lmao!
The wilderness has swallowed him up and he has returned to himself, finally. Back to the feral boy whose devotion was to the mountain rather than the wolves upon it. Back to fantasies of combat, of dreams much the same. It has been too long since he has dreamed anything but Revui now dreams of the days before Ursus: he sees Charon against a backdrop of storm one night, races with Amekaze another. But their faces are not right. He is not detail oriented enough to notice - they are just dreams. He has run far by now, forced his way through some paths that would otherwise not accommodate him (either his size or his presence in any sense), and as Revui reaches yet another magnificent vista overlooking the world he feels it, finally: the power. The sense that he belongs. He stares down in to the neighbouring valley and poses there a moment, drinking in the mountain air.
The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.
I have always been the huntsman. ⤑
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I'm not your reason to stand up straight. - by Revui (Ghost) - July 15, 2020, 10:30 PM