Dragoncrest Cliffs sweetheart, i don't do shorts

the morning is still cool yet, the full force of the sun having yet to warm up the still half-sleeping world around him as vex trudges his way back towards the familiar neutral territories — at least he still hoped they were neutral — neighboring dragoncrest cliffs. it hadn't been too terribly long since he'd last been in the wilds ...but it might've been long enough. the fall of legion was tell-tale enough that nothing was as concrete as he'd once believed and things had a tendency of changing in quite literally, the blink of an eye.

he pushes down the guilt he feels at knowing he played something of a part in legion's ultimate downfall and keeps moving forward, towards the familiar scent of sapphique's borders

— hoping that they'd be willing to take him back.

vex slows as he draws nearer, tips his head back and lets out a howl for @Erzulie or @Rosalyn.