I T has been a long time since I wondered into the vicinity of Moladion. I had no wish to stay, why should I? My brother left, my sister went silent, my mother got eaten, Chael vanished. It had all crumbled, and my father? Nothing more than a sperm donor. I spit on his memory, the nasty, one-eared bastard. His weakness was my triumph to become what I needed most. My own friend, I became the shadow in my own light. But, there will always be a part of me that would crave the company of the terrain of home. I could deny my paws no longer, and so, boots and slippers move as lace and fine steel bounce along for the ride. I am beautiful in my own right, and I can often be found near water, especially still pools that can show me how amazingly stunning I am. I suppose I should thank my sire for at least this.

At one point, I had forgotten to eat for three days, involved in a rather serious stare down with a hypnotic female in a shallow pool I found in my travels this way. I was raving after that, my own eyes driving me mad as I stared at them, hallucinations had begun, results from a lack of sleep I had undergone whilst staring at my eyes by the light of the full moon. Obsidian ears swerve atop my delicate skull, bright multi-hued eyes staring out at the world I had come back to. I stop, ashen and coal colored paws halting for a moment as I became more aware of my surroundings. This gave me pause, but as I realized I was near Iromar, something else pricked that very edge of my memory. Sister, I remember your scent well, even if ever so gently carried on the breeze as if by the very hand of Fate herself.

I follow this pull toward her, moving into the breeze as I track her down, wondering what became of my dark cloaked sibling. I needed to know it was her and not another phantom as Mom and Chael's had been. I do that sometimes, conjure memorable scents and project them. Malleah is near, I can smell her. I move for her, and when she comes into sight, I give a soft whimper, unsure of her appearance. "Sister? Is it really you?" I step closer, but stop short, unsure if she would recognize me or if this was a clever stranger dressed in my sister's clothes. Projecting wishes into reality, no matter how hallucinogenic, was a bitch. It led to social awkwardness and horrid embarrassments. Hopefully, this was not one of those times, I was home, and if I should find what remains of my family, I will. If they existed at all.