Tesseract has been de-throned. With it, I have lost my very own rank, and perhaps my very purpose here. I have seen my useless brother Tristan now sticking around, and with Tess overthrown as well? Well, I was pleased that my brother admitted to his uselessness, but it doesn't mean that I want anything to do with him. I still grit my teeth at the thought of him.

I have been unsure what to do. Do I approach the bastard that ripped apart Tess or do I just go somewhere else? I find myself on the north west border near Iromar and the freelands. My lithe and brindled form paces along the edge, and there was a distinct sharpness with my narrowed eyes as I think to myself on what to do.

Everyone else was already sucking up to the usurper, and I am not stupid enough to attack him with everyone else watching. I find that my lips twitch as I feel the firm grass on my paws, not the sand of the beach. There is a certain...honor to be had for someone who takes down Tesseract. He must be skilled and not weak. He must be someone worth his meat to win a battle, unlike the failures before him. I must admit that part of me is curious as to how he is, but my own brother gathering around him has got me...irritated.

I huff as I jump on a small rock. I lay down with a thump, letting a brindled leg of mine dangle slightly into the grass as my tail lashes behind me. There is still so much I need to do in this life. I know not what Magnus is going to do, if he will stay here with that...girl of his, and yet I still want to rip the tongues out of the wolves that attacked them, even if his little girl thing is weak and probably deserved it. I still think of my mother, my blue eyes staring at the grassy world before me. I wonder what Jericho was doing, where he was, and if he would still help me hunt that bitch down. Perhaps this is my sign, Tesseract leaving, to go make an attack of my own. Perhaps this is the push I need to get away from the toxic family I had left and take care of business...but no one wants to leave the home they were raised in.

I look up at the sky now. It is blue as can be, and the clouds were large and billowy. I remember my days as a young pup here, when mother was still alive, and how we would stare at the clouds together. Where is Mother when I need her to guide me? I never like to admit it, but it would be nice to have someone, anyone to guide me away from this frustrating life.