Moonspear split stones

By the time he had reached the borders, the gentle intermittent rain had peppered him well. The brief squall was not disruptive enough to hush the birds in the woodland that engulfed him, and the low roll of morning fog caught in patchy sunbeams curled and toiled in restless waves. Dirge too moved in a restless manner, his pace steady as he wove between old trees. Moonspear's borders were relatively quiet these days, the only callers social rather than curious and he was thankful for such. How much more difficult things would have been if they had to introduce others to the spectacle they endured; it was certainly a circus show even to him, still feeling like a relative outsider.

But he suspected it too would quiet again in time, though he did not know how they would reach such a goal. He cared little for the politics of it all though he understood them. It wasn't hard to follow the laws their ilk laid down. They were universal for the most part, the variances left up to whoever felt the necessity to change things. Do good and be rewarded, do bad and be shunned or worse, chased away. In grave situations, life and blood would be rendered and offered to the earth.

Yet he had his own moments of defiance—upon crossing a place where Charon had more than likely gone through earlier and marked, he raised a leg to mark over it. Little gestures, perhaps even unnoticed, were his way of staking his claim in a show where he had been repeatedly ignored. If not for Hydra filling him in over what she had gleaned, there were things he would have relatively stayed in the dark of. These things were among some he had wished to remain in the dark of, but had been drawn to the inner circle of all the same. The game she played was much more open than the subtle one he deigned to take part in.

Both relieved and satisfied he had completed a personal quest along the borders, he kicked up the damp earth at his feet to broadcast his point. If he and Hydra's venture came to fruition, this would become routine and expected. For now it was a means to pass time and though he longed to venture further than the borders, he did not. A short jaunt would not sate the desire he had to stretch his legs and he found that he was not as keen to test fate with Hydra's time growing closer.

So onward he went, wistful and calm.

@Arcturus maybe?