I was the surviving assassin apprentice of Eris. The only one to my knowledge. No matter what I promise that I will bring that title, bring Eris, the recognition it all deserves, it's a duty I have set for myself. My senses devour and drink in the changed surroundings, vibrant blue eyes glowing as I take in the scenery. Every place my paws touch ground is perfectly coordinate and tracked, an yet it's all natural I don't even think about the graceful, mute way in which I move. Moving from the topic of Eris, I immedietly start thinking about Seraphim, she's always there in my mind somewhere, always. A serene smile danced over my features as I imagined her here with me. Laughing silently to myself I pause for a moment, ears twisting to catch all the sounds around me. I looked around almost as if at any moment my beautiful an beloved Seraphim would come running. A soft smile continues to dominate my face, mouth parted slightly as my breath dances in the air.
My pure black coat stands out among the grassy field, and yet I felt like I had finally come home. These fields were beautiful and the grass felt so soft beneath my paws but even now...I think I preferred the thickets I had first met my beloved within. It was so different than the Rim we had been confined to, all crowded and encounters with strange an sometimes aggressive an psychotic wolves. I was in the sandy area now, the field has just tapered off, it felt different an soft beneath my paws. After all the chaos and tragedy and deaths that had happened I was finally home. A changed home but still home. Nothing could change that. Nothing at all. I take a seat as I just watch the world fly by on it's own schedule.
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