Sunbeam Lair 'Cause some things just don't change

for @Donovan Azura
set for late evening, clear, 73 F
sorry it's....weird, it's been a while and he's kind of crazy

He must be a masochist; that was the only explanation for why he was back in this shit hole rife with the memories he had tried to so hard to drown out the last few months. 

because you have a job to do, the voice whispered—the voice he equally hated and longed to hear. The beast tried to ignore him, but he never went away, he found him in his weakest moments and whispered things to him. He was supposed to return to Blackfeather Woods, check it out, see if any of his family still claimed it. But he didn't want to go there. He hadn't wanted to come here, but somehow here he was. 

He growled and shook out his raven coat. Drew in a deep breath. Pushed the voice away. He wouldn't dictate his life anymore. But hadn't he? Midar was here. He was here when he didn't want to be. Another snarl, and he snapped at whatever was closest: a thin branch from sapling. He tore it from the young tree and thrashed his head back and forth, then he threw the stick across the ground and began to stalk along the rocky side of the mountain again. He needed something else to do, something to keep him from being idle—it was when he was idle that the voice affected him the most.