Northstar Vale and all the pieces matter

Saleem had taken to prowling around the borders of Epoch in the weeks since his injury. It now set him further apart from his twin physically, though he still felt as though they would not—could not—truly ever be different. And he was okay with that. Preferred it, honestly. He had told @Sylianos the tale of what had happened immediately, and he had retold it dozens of times whether his brother had requested it or not. It was his story, and he wanted his brother to help him avenge the injustice that had been brought upon them. He hadn't asked directly, but the implication was always there. If Saleem ever spotted that creature again, he would kill it.

He skulked around behind some trees now, blue eyes keen for anything that might be moving nearby.