Hideaway Strath Most people are searching for happiness

For my absolute love @Fury <3
Forward dated about a week and some days.

The brindled beast has been confiding in his demons more. He is numb — his state of mind nonexistent, yet too real at the same time. He has grown more — finally to his massive, intimidating adult height. His body thick with heavy muscle and his steps lumbering and predatory. His mind is restless, but when he forces it to blank it’s like he’s not even real at all. Even now, more recently, he finds himself harboring the night. He has not seen the light of day in some time — he hates it. He prefers to move as one with the shadows these days. His mind is full of darkness and he has no desire to be brought back into the light anyhow.

So, once again, he leaves Blackwater. He doesn’t tell anyone where he’s going this time. Not a soul. Not @Tulok. Not @The Listener. No one. He’s a ghost after all — fading into the night.

Am I even real? He caught himself thinking it a few days ago. Even now, he wonders. Even now, as he sees the familiarity of the Strath before his very eyes he wonders. The childhood memories make it even more surreal. 

Where those even real? 

No, no, they were real. He still has the scars to prove it.

With that at least confirmed, he moves forward. He doesn’t howl. He doesn’t disturb the night — he just invites himself in. This was his home after all. Who’s to say he can’t? His teeth will meet any who oppose.

Besides the fact that he knows his memories of the place are real, he also finds the scent that covers the lands real. It confirms that they are still here — Fury and Arashi. Along with some other scents as well. 

So he moves forth without a care in the world. Who’s going to stop him? He’s not even real anyway.