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After a week of confusion, the boy had emerged from the cruel woods with his sanity intact. It had taken a long time for the rush of primal and horrible urges to wear off, and in addition to plenty fluctuations of utter mindlessness and the deepest soul searching, Caillen seemed to have rebuilt some of the inner islands that he required to function normally. Islands where the swirling, churning waters of his emotions could not reach him.
He'd needed this basic balance before he could risk coming out into 'civilization' again. The argument with his mother and foster sister had stripped him of it, leaving only the raw bleeding flesh of his mentality - A dangerous thing, in a brute so large as he. When one was devoid of identity, they were also devoid of basic restraint, and with the high levels of rage that had pooled in his system for so long, Caillen had literally been a bomb waiting to go off.
He walked now with a peculiar aimlessness. He knew where he was headed - Up near Inferni lands, where a black jackal waited for word of him. The path he walked was near to a territory, as occasionally he would stumble across a commonly used route that smelt of these other luperci. But for the most part, Caillen wandered with only his fragile thoughts to keep him company.
It was such a time, when from nowhere he heard a peculiar sound. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Curious by nature, the gentle giant headed towards it, his sky blue eyes light with wariness. He emerged on the side of a small, babbling river, only to find a heavily-muscled male wielding a sharp-looking axe.
His first instinct was to flee. You don't generally tend to mess with heavily-muscled males wielding sharp axes. But he hadn't seen another individual for over a week now, and the young male was lonely. He approached carefully. "H-Hello? Hello there?" The boy's voice was rusty from lack of use, but he cleared his throat and stood at a respectful distance. Although he was taller than the dark stranger, Caillen could see from the other's motions that he was clearly more muscular. If he chose to react aggressively, the slate youth would have no choice but to flee.
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