In the dark abyss that I have been brought to, the need for some kind of company takes place. I imagine the only comforting soul I remember, Rhoedias. She had been kind to me, even when Silvertongue had scared me half to death by his size alone. I imagine her being there beside me, curled around me like a mother with her ailing pup. In my broken mind she whispers words of healing comfort and it gives me the temporary strength I require to go on with everything. I know I have made up the words myself, but imagining they are spoken from someone who cares helps me to further cement the knowledge in my mind. The world has not ended, and perhaps neither have I. It still seems as if I will never get over this pain, but at least the tears and body wracking sobs cease. I drift off into a sorrowful slumber, the only face haunting me is the dark one my imprint possessed, and I begin to cry even in my sleep.

It seemed that I slept forever before I heard him approach, my dark eyes opening slowly, one ear turning in his direction as he speaks. "I resided at the beach when Silvertongue and Rhoedias were the leaders of the ocean pack, ashamedly I left shortly after you won the throne.." I say the words so quietly that for a moment I wonder if I even said them out loud. My voice is cracking and thick with tears, but I go on, trying to explain my reasons for being here. He backs up a bit, and asks the question I was dreading. "I'm afraid that I am not going to be 'okay' again..." I choke on the next part of my response, the admission is just too much to bear. A small quivering whine escapes my tear-thickened throat, though I wish that I could just stop this blubbering.

My eyes detach from his own, dropping to the ground beneath his paws, a quieted sigh escaping my maw as I attempt to put this into words. "My soul left me, I felt him detach from me and go....Why does everyone I love end up leaving me?" The last is a desperate plea for answers, for someone to let me in on life's big secret. I was four now, wasn't I old enough to know? Didn't I deserve to know? I have gone through enough pain without someone coming in and messing up my head. Well, it may hurt when you fall from the mountain heights, but the rise hurts even more. I think I am ready to try and stand now, instead of remaining here like a corpse that doesn't know it's dead yet. One long thin dancer's leg unfurls from beneath me, dehydration now affecting me so that my muscles ache and strain with every use, but I make it to my paws. I stumble a little as I become lightheaded, but I splay my paws out in order to keep my footing. I have been this far down before, it just never seemed so dark back then. When you get abandoned by your mother, and your soul forsakes you, it seems like you'll be lost forever...but maybe if I have found somewhere to call home, I have found a purpose. And that is all I need to keep me going.

The ghost of a smile touches my lips as a sudden thought occurs to me. "Forgive me, it seems as if I know you so well already...I am Riopat, self-taught healer and beach body. If you need a reference of my healing skill, you may ask Rogue if she still lives here. The last time I saw her she had so many gashes in her that she looked as if a shark had mauled her." For the first time in months, I wave my now tan-white tail. "If you'll have me, Tesseract, I would love to come back home." Hope bleeds into the dark abysmal depths of my navy gaze, so like the ocean at night, and I find myself willing him to let me stay. I need something to do, even if it is just fixing up new and veteran mothers...or the leaders after they fight for their home, our home. I need to wear the rank of Glorall again, and I need to be home to start my own healing process. But, it is all up to Tesseract. He decides if I am a welcome member, or to be hurried off the border like some pesky coyote.