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No matter how much Helios' restless mind wanders in circles debating past actions, he can do nothing but accept the circumstances. He traveled the road less certain, and now the raven boy stands before a wall. Is he to go over it? Power through it? Go around? Turn back? No, no. Certainly not turn back. Would any of them accept him, having made his choice?

Out here, he feels alone. His body aches, his stomach rumbles for food. No one ever quite taught him the art of hunting. What he does know are the basics of plants; what to avoid, what may be useful. The garden and teachings of Sherigrim ended up being great information. Only, the raven boy's stomach won't fill on vegetation. He wanders—keeping in the shadows and low towards the ground—in search of yet another creature for a fruitless attempt at hunting.
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"Shit, was it left, or right?" Priest saw the wall of rock looming indominably before them as he led his band towards their newer home. It would take a minute of scounting, but he wasn't about to risking anymore of them due to his ignorance of this area. He had only beed to Sleeping Dragon once, and he was almost peeved at himself for not remembering where it was on his first go back. "Alright, chill out for a bit, and Imma figure this out. I'll be back." With that, he left the group behind to check out this wall, hopefully finding soome peek of the volcano further behind it, or even more conviently on the side of it. Shit, somethin'. They had traveled for near a month now, and he knew they'd get tired of the walk, soon enough. They needed a home, and he'd be damned if he didn't get one for his last remaining Family. He'd lost enough of them in the last two weeks as it was. 

Making himself scant, he jogged easily over the storm wood littered grounds and eventually got further into the lands enough to see the wall more closely. Of course, someone else was there looking almost as defeated as he felt. Some handsome dude with some markings that made him near Sahirian, as they were unique and of the Family's shades. But he simply didn't the the feeling of this being Family...he could try either way, he supposed.

"Geida Nu zinot tnozena kais Gryffin." Of course there was no Tsis speak back, and he walked a slight step closer to the saddened wolf before him. "Sometimes it would be nice to just sprout wings and fly over some shit, yea?" Priest had no intent of harming this guy. He looked likfe he was folding in on himself, and the familiar sense of his affinity twisted the knot in his mind, bringing the Sahirian to imagine this wolf was going through his own torment in some way. He simply couldn't put a digit on it. Some kind of despair, but it was heavier than that. Much more dense, and much more real, set in stone, and something above and within told the son of Dibella that there was no fixing whatever it was that was causing the concaviture within this lost soul. 

"Looking for Sleeping Dragon," he pointed out his cause, knowing it would be wise of him not to get attached to this aching lupine here, for him to just get the info and go back to find out for himself. Or atleast he told himself this. "Know where it is?" Indigo sapphires stuck to the unknown male with slight hope that there'd be more than a 'I don't know' coming out of that frowning maw.


And I took red pills...
                             
...to take the blues away...