Morningside Cuesta the music's too loud

being ‘good’, or whatever version of it vex could muster to appease his righteously angry mother, only lasted so long. it was stale. boring; and the recent addition of sos; shadowlord and beargod of all things hellish plaguing his moments waking and slumbering fills vex with a restlessness that he could not sate. not with hunting. not with snarking at the adults in legion’s ranks ( of which they had every ground to cuff him for ). nothing chased sos away — at least, not for long — and sulking around the bypass was getting him the answers he wanted.

the answers he deserved — about kaertok, about sos.

he patrols, ignoring the lumbering shadowursine that make himself visible to vex at least once a day, and when he feels like he might combust from being caged within the borders of his home, he quietly slips out of the northeastern border and circles ‘round the rise of rocky landscape into the cuesta; drawing in a deep breath of the cool morning air.

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