i don't want to live a lie

don't worry

Maybe it was not to late to hang up his boxing gloves and put away his armor. Maybe it was time to stop fighting against what his heart whispered into his ear; the battle had been lost anyways, he was not the same man he had come as when he arrived at the Plateu. Something in his had been lost along the way, it had gradually faded as the days went by.

Though that something couldn't be named yet. He had never experienced something like such before, so it was still unknown to him. He continued to walk aimlessly around the skirts of the mountain, floating without a particular destination like a ghost haunting the land.

Suddenly as he turned up a slope, a grey figure bolted in fron of him, it was another male and from the Plateu. Finn jumped back to, fighting to keep back an alarmed growl of his own. He had been so busy in his head he had not smelled him. In fact he didn't even know him, the only thing that told him he was a friend and not a foe was the strong and musky fragance of Peregrine clinging to his body.

Oh, hey.. didn't mean to scare you.. I didn't even see you there dude, he barked with a shrug, suddenly wondering what he was doing so far from the flatlands too.