Ouroboros Spine vii. and scrub between the cracks.

If any assumptions are inaccurate, let me know and I will modify! <3

The pale Dove did not travel alone. With her, on this fated day, another trailed behind. In the eyes of some, he truly may be considered a living spectre. Perhaps forgotten. Or worse, cursed upon his return to the world of the living.

But Lote had guided him. Advised him. Cautious was he now, for the reception he might receive. Only through Lote, did he find his way here.

Home. And not.

If she was nervous, then the boy, grown into a man, was petrified. Of rejection. Of eternal curse, shunned from the life he could have had. Regardless of what happened, time and again, did he assure Lote he would remain  close, if she too, were turned away.

Where she raised her voice, he did not. He hung back as she did. Taking his time to catch up, taking in the newness of the Spine. Only after heard the voice of Ana, did his heart lurch. Then, so painfully slowly, revealed himself. Crawling forward, belly scraping stone. Dark ears plastered back against a ring of gold sand. Teal stone eyes locked, lowered. Scarred leg baring the tale of whence the legend spirit of the deep had gripped him, to pull him away.