Boundaries, territories, scent markers; they all meant nothing to me. Not that I knowingly disrespected them as I traipsed about Moladion. My mind was broken, damaged goods one would say, and the perception of such things like packs, social etiquette, and the like were far beyond me. I had not always been like this though.
In days long since passed I was a quiet, solitary girl, a bit overly possessive of my meals - but who wasn’t? I had led a fairly normal, boring life… for a cannibal of royal blood anyhow. Somehow, somewhere things went terribly and horrifically wrong. All I can recall from my memories is what happens during the night when the terrors play through my brain once again. Stars shining so brightly that you are blinded, the earth rattling like thousands of pebbles beneath your paws, the sheer fright that stuck in my chest as the world around me disintegrated. It had driven me to insanity and even a humble thunderstorm could send me over the edge these days.
If there was the chance for me to grasp onto the fact of who I am now and what had happened to me, maybe there would be a chance at redemption. But that will never happen.
My silvery blue-gray figure moves in an erratic fashion through the fields of Asteraia, the borderline long behind me, and empty, jade green eyes stare into the expanse of the hills. I do not register that this is a pack land or that the heavy scent of my half-brother taints its rim. I only meander in a broken, demented manner through an area of which I feel is… pretty.
The sun warms my body and glimmers upon the sea in the distance, a place in which I do not ever remembering being. And so it is with a small bit of ecstasy that I begin to pick up my pace and direct myself toward the cliffs, mumbling incessant things along the way. A dark figure is passed by on my way there, silent and still within itself, but I do not realize it is another lupine much less a pack member. My attentions are dead set on that damn ocean and I will find a way to it!
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