Shadow Mountain drowning lessons

for whoever is still on/near shadow mountain w/ him - @Dirtwater Fox @Osleya @Desdemona

There were wolves in the adjacent canyon. He'd smelled them on the periphery, and occasionally heard their territorial howls. Their claim was not all that strong, but stronger than the barest of holds he had on this place—and Hex didn't care enough about this particular patch of ground to fight for it.

He did not want neighbors—especially not that close.

The yearling howled for those who had come here, regardless of whether they'd signaled their intent to stay or not. He'd happily go alone. But he owed it to anyone he'd promised a home, or at least a companion among these peaks.

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Hex, she'd spat in his direction. Vespa could be as sharp and cruel as her namesake, and her parting word was no exception.

Curse; he was cursed. He'd brought the pestilence to their home and now, their world was crumbling.

They'd named him Caligula and taken him in. Fed him, sheltered him, loved him.

And what did they get in return?

Hex, she said, and Hex he was—though Agrippa spoke his former name until his last breath.

He did not deserve even that modicum of grace.