IN CHARACTER
in character
It was different now. He tried explaining this over and over in his head, as if a little metronome ticked it's chimes to the current era. He was eleven months now, the dull sheen in his jet black coat stretched over a larger, mature body than the previous one that marked this area. Khaden's mind proved to be sharper, keen to analysis, despite the way he clung desperately to his old introverted puppy self. However, in different lands, in different places, he still seemed to revert to his old habits, his old thinking, the old ways of before he left.
He strained to focus on the task on hand, Dhalia and her motives were fresh, and he knew immediately what he had to do. Regret was a painful thing to live by, and Khaden seemed to suppress it daily. The sun continuously peaked through the harsh grey clouds, blinding the terrain and forcing the ebony male to slow, keep his head tucked under it's merciless stare as he reaped the ground and it's nearby foliage for some clues to where he might even remotely be looking for. He could smell it, taste it, it was tangible in the air, and the boy furrowed his brow softly, quietly picking through the crime scene. He knew what he was after, but the first step seemed to be so evasive.
He stood, tail limp against his hindquarters and ears flattened back in the finely printed "guest" posture, surveying what he pinpointed as the location of his desires - however, his desires seemed to be absent. "Conri, my brother, where are you?"
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