You gets my first new shiny Aiden post! =O Hopefully it's not as choppy and awkward as I fear it might be. XD He's changed a LOT since I last played him.
God, how things had changed. It seemed forever and a day since he'd walked the lands of his birth, and upon walking them again, he found no sadness or longing as he'd expected. The packland of Storm was gone now, lost to an inferno that had devoured the entirety of the kingdom of Bleeding Souls. All traces of his family, the den they'd shared, the den his twin had let herself give up the ghost in, even the site of his childhood tragedy that still wrapped his mind in nightmares; all vanished. The territory was barren but for little sprigs beginning to grow anew, and the earth there would never be the same. It would be a new and foreign world, and the charred male had found himself, not distressed, but grateful. With the lack of physical reminders of the luperci's past, perhaps his tempest-tossed soul could finally begin to calm.
Aiden had spent a few days in the fire-scarred lands, wandering aimlessly and contemplating what, if anything, he could now do with his life. The prodigal son of Fly and Rain had returned to make a new life where his old had failed; should he still pursue that notion? The last two years of his existence had been spent in the company of his grandparents' pack, the only family he'd known to go to. He loved his clan dearly, but he had always felt there was more for him to accomplish, and that there was somewhere else where he belonged. It had been his grandfather Freak who'd convinced him ultimately to leave, to seek out his birthplace and make amends with what remained there of his guilt-ridden soul. Aiden knew all too well his grandfather's history, and understood that his advice was not given lightly or merely as empty words of possible consideration. Freak damn well knew what he was talking about, and his grandson took it to heart.
Even though the lands of his birth were irreversibly extinguished, the Oriel male had still felt a pull to remain. He'd spent the next few weeks wandering curiously around the lands just south of his former homeland, and to his delight he'd discovered that the natives of Bleeding Souls had founded a new territory just south of the burned expanse. Packs had formed already, and there were a number of interesting places to explore. There were even a scarce few scents that dredged up unknown memories in the male's foggy mind, like whispers trying to be heard over the roar of the sea. Aiden had decided to stay and see what kind of a life he could make here while he searched for where he belonged.
Today found the Oriel male simply wandering the forest of Ethereal Eclipse. It was a delightful territory, full of shadow and mystery; a wonderful atmosphere of quiet and cool stillness pervading. Having spent the morning rummaging through the various remaining shops in the old human ruins he now claimed, the black wolf had decided to remain in his large optime form, his ebony paws still maintaining an air of predatory silence as he stalked the woods. His mane was pulled back into a quick braid, so as not to catch on any twigs as he made his way between the trees. His solid black form blending near perfectly into the shadows of these particular woods, and he moved as though a part of them, reveling in the very feel of the forest as it accepted the wolf in its midst.
Table by Tay
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