Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

The dense trees stretched out around Lorcan as he wove through the forest, each step muffled by the soft, damp earth beneath his paws. Shadows clung to him, their cool fingers slipping across his dark pelt as he prowled deeper into the unfamiliar territory. He’d only been here a short while, but the weight of it pressed heavily on him, like the mist that clung to the trees.

His steps slowed as he took in the quiet around him. This was his new life, wasn’t it? The new choice he’d made, the place he’d decided to call his own. And yet, as he looked around, he couldn’t shake the question that had gnawed at him since he’d arrived: had he done the right thing?

He thought of @Envy, a memory so sharp it might as well have been a blade against his chest. Her smile, her laugh, the way she’d made him feel like he belonged somewhere for once. That pull to her had been magnetic, something he couldn’t resist even if he’d wanted to. And here he was now, left wondering if this life could ever match the spark she’d set alight in him.

Lorcan huffed, a quiet, frustrated sound as he shook his head, pushing the thought of her to the back of his mind. This was no place for sentiment. He needed to learn the land, find his bearings, and prove to himself that he could make something out of this.