It's been a lonely time. For Holo, things had not always been this way. Only seven years has he walked on this earth, but there have been so many things to have happened to him. Things that have altered him, changed him. What once was an inquisitive little boy, eager and curious to explore and figure out the world around him had become something reserved, something quiet- a wallflower. He watched, observed everything, but he did not comment. He would partake if the situation deemed it so, but otherwise, all was taken in silence. Not only had his mind changed, but his body as well. He was heavily scarred on the top of his muzzle and along his right side. The male walked with a limp now, something that would forever haunt him until the end of his days. The memory of the caverns remained ever clear within his mind, an experience never to be forgotten. A reward, for the kindness of his soul, and anothers. There were those existant who simply sought out to strike out, to cause chaos and disrupt the easy going flow of life. Holo was not one of them, but he knew they were out there.

Thus he was a weary soul, only sometimes willing, but never often. He stuck to himself, and in finding this land he had done just that. Granted, there was his Mother he still meant to seek out, as that was what had drawn him here in the first place, but he took his time. There was no rush. The boy knew of where she lived, and he did not fret that she would still be there in the times to come. Beside. Something had sidetracked him, something he had never experienced in his entire life. There had been a wolf once who had captured his attention, drawing him to want to talk to her. But this was something else entirely. It was a pull at his very core, at his very soul and something he could not deny. He had no word, no name for it, and it was just something he knew. But the concept of imprinting was lost to him beside the raw feelings that came with it. He had never been taught, and never really thought past the need to be with her. Her. He had lost scent and sight of her not soon after their very first encounter. He had searched, but it was in vain. She could not be found anywhere.

Perhaps it was part of the reason he kept to himself, or perhaps he had simply opted to become a lone wolf. It suited him just fine at his current moment, beside. He hunted for himself, looked out for himself. He had no responsibility for anything save his own life and that was not something entirely significant to him. Things were born, and things died. Such was the way of life, such was the law of tooth and fang. But he never forgot his family, through all the years he had been away. It was not soon into his first few years when he had taken leave, when he had been rewarded his first scars. It had been years since then, and he did not even know if Nova besided within Saw Tooth any longer. Where Faol'an was- where Max was. If either of them were even alive any longer. Perhaps Bouki was gone as well, that girl he had known so long ago. Everyone left on their own time, and Holo simply wandered as it all occured. Call him an empty shell with a slight reserve left to keep him walking, still standing.

Which is what he currently did. Standing upon the outskirts of a marsh that held bogs and murky things within. Fallen trees were scattered about him, and a slight dank smell hung in the air. But the silver phantom, the silver boy did not mind. No. The phantom that had become him, once a boy of dark, earthy tones now faded in grey was silent in his gargoyle state. Mismatched irises gazed blankly upon that which was before him; trees, water, mud, marsh, reeds. A plethora of things shadowed in darkness. He did not seek out others, for that was not his intent. His intent was simply to be, to go, to see and listen, but not speak. If only his Mother could see him now.

“Talks like this”

seven - male - Moth x Faol'an - lone