I walk paw by walk. I walk and I walk. I move and I move. I feel wet ground. I feel it between my paw pads. Mud is in wiggling in between. I feel it but I ignore it. I try to. It is all over my paws, but I keep going. I find that my nose is closer to the ground. I feel an urge to continue forward when the sky is growing dark. It is grey, the color of rain. It is grey and I see the clouds, they well and they swell and I feel their movement through the wind. I still go on though. I know I should not be here. I know I should return to Taviora and the forest. I should return to Roamin and Solaris. I should return, yes, I should but I do not. I go with the storm. I move with the storm, and the storm leads me to moor.

My paws stop as my nose stops. My nose digs into a wet log covered in green tickling moss. I shove my nose carelessly into it. I inhale deeply. Scents. Many scents. I smell Aithne. So strong. Yes, I smell Aithne. This is Iromar. There is where the storm leads me, with grey clouds crackling up ahead. My yellow eyes are wide as my body reacts to the thunder. My head pulls back, my ears press on my head as my muscles tense as I look to the sky. My form presses down closer to the ground as I search for more of the angry light in the gloomy sky. I find myself completely huddled next to the log for a good few minutes. I must continue. I must go on with the storm, into Iromar as it herds me with another clash of lightning and a yelp from my black and red maw.

I dash then, around the log and pushing deeper into Iromar. I slip in the mud onto my chest and face. I feel the mud shove into my nose and I blow it out. I stumble onto my feet again as I begin to run. Rain falls. Little pieces of water. Yes, water. It is everywhere. I feel it fall onto my forehead as my long limbs race forward.

I am confused. I am in Iromar, but I know not where I am. It does not look right anymore. It is not familiar. It is like trees have grown, plants have grown, rocks are misplaced and everything is jumbled. I probably end up running around in circles a few times, my wide yellow eyes looking to the sky again as I stop in my tracks. A lighter clash of thunder occurs in the distance and I whine. I flash forward again. There is water and I am wet, soaked, so different. My mind is racing and I know not what I am even doing anymore. I feel a string in my lungs as my body protests my movements. I continue to go forward, paw by paw, quickly, my head turning back to look at something, or was it nothing? Only to find myself tripping on bone and falling flat on my face again.

I lay in the muddy wet land of Iromar. I lay and I stay. I do not move. It hurts. My body hurts and my mind is everywhere. Obsidian is screaming at me now, oh how she scream, she smells death. She loves death. She always has. My eyes are closed after my fall. Why does she scream? I only feel pain, pain that fades slowly and the scents of what I lay in begins to curdle in my nose. It wiggles as I process the smells. I am confused. My yellow eyes open slowly. The world is distorted. It is blurred and rain is falling harder. I blink a few times, clearing my vision. It focuses in on a white skull and my eyes shoot open further accompanied by a sudden jerk of my body pulling up and stumbling back into an awkward sit. I stare at the skull for a moment. My eyes then move to see bones and bones. I find my body huddling. I feel the cold of the rain. I feel the tremble of my body as only death surrounds me and Obsidian laughs. I don't know if I can move. I don't know what to do. I am not supposed to be here- at the throne of my father, but I am too frozen with the laughter in my mind haunting me still.