in liberating strife

[Claudius Aston]

Location: Overgrowth Sunrise, Flanders' Fields
Date: July 20
Time: Mid-morning
Form: Optime

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[/html] Claudius had been walking for hours. He'd shifted into his lupus form for the journey, knowing he could never make it on two feet. Although it had been quicker, he still disliked using his quadrupedal form because it felt very strange to him. He used it in AniWaya sometimes, mostly for hunting, but he still preferred the feeling of standing up straight on two feet. He knew it was harder to balance himself, but he just felt more comfortable when he was standing that way. He supposed it might be a sort of 'security blanket': something he'd come to rely on to provide himself comfort.

He had howled to meet someone from Dahlia de Mai, but as he waited, he began to doubt whether anyone would greet him. He had initially arrived well away from the borders, not wanting to intrude more than he already had. But as he approached what he thought was packlands, he could find no scents that indicated it was still claimed. It seemed as though the lands had been abandoned.

Feeling very lost and alone, Claudius flopped down onto the ground in a heap. He pulled his knees up to his chest and managed to stutter out: "C-C-C-c-o... n-nor" before he dissolved into tears. The new intruders hated Dawali and Dahlia de Mai was gone. His mother was off living in some far away mountain pack with his brother; his sister had left AniWaya again and Noir was still dead. His father was long dead and the only wolf he'd ever wanted to be his father was now shamed in the Itawamba rank. All he wanted to do was meet Conor and tell him everything -- including that he knew they were brothers, but Conor had left, too.[html]

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