Redsand Canyon Spare me your Degradation

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For any who want to meet or steal a Reyson thread. I am still getting the hang of him, the majority of his personality is being developed in game. So please bear that in mind.

Reyson woke from the nightmares with a gasp A sour taste rose in his mouth and with heaving gasps he sat upright. He ran a foreleg over ice blue eyes and stared at the sky above him. The stars beginning to wane as Sunrise was coming. As always had been, as always would be he pushed himself to Brutish paws, cowled and irritated at his show  weakness.


During the day his mind stayed quiet, sleeping. He did his duties, he spoke. These wolves cared to speak more than he was accustomed too, but he tried to accommodate them. Some it was easier than others. Either of the two healers, both the one he had met, and the one he hadn't. He would share a conversation with them anytime they wanted. Give them anything they wanted. An escort fine, a conversation fine, a listening ear all fine. Healers were a class above any other for this scarred wolf.

Perhaps it was the young pup that still stirred deep down who had loved his mother. Even though they had broken his heart, and his soul, reshaped, reframed. Tore out all the good and let it a blistering, bleeding mass at his feet. The wound to his soul had once upon a time festered, when he had bore a younger man's pelt. When he had been forced into something he had hated. There had been a time this creature was not what he was. And he had looked upon the world with peaceful and rose colored intentions.

Renaud He breathed quietly and without another look, he strode towards the borders and the markers. He would freshen the scent markers, fill the caches and he would watch the sunrise bleed into the sky, much as Renaud had bled at his feet. His beautiful golden sunshine.