A rumble of laughter escaped Akuji’s maw making Horizon tilt his head questioningly, he had no clue as to what could have even slightly funny about what he said. He is the asshole of the group, so I am not much surprised that your brain has erased him from your memory, brother of mine. Horizon looked to Akuji surprised that he would apply a term of relation to their kinship so quickly. A small twitch of muscle lifted up his kissers slightly, happy to be accepted for once in his life. Maybe the world wasn’t as cruel as he’d previously thought, but he couldn’t help the continual feeling of anger and resentment that boiled in his chest at the mention and remembrance of his younger years. They had been a hell of unending torture. Akuji seemed to share the same feelings as he, even to the point of blurred memories though that might as well have been the mind games that Farant had used on the demons. To be honest I don't entirely remember that time very well. I was... Someone else... Most of the time and everything is sort of hazy. I know they knocked me out and dragged me most of the way so that I would not know the way back, ensuring that they would be safe from me forever. I think they put me somewhere... Near... To Blossom Forest. But I followed the scents of wolves and ended up here... Horizon’s head nodded numbly. He could remember the days he spent starving and thirsty with no help in sight, so clearly. Too clearly.

The nights where ice formed over the moist ground and the bloody kalak kept himself barely hydrated by eating the muddy crystals. And in the day, the sun would scorch the earth and dry up every source of food or water imaginable. Horizon had struggled through his travels, wanting to give in and go back to Hell because it seemed like the better option. But each time he would remember his mother’s sweet words and what she had sacrificed to get him out. And if he went back, he was guaranteed to die at the paws of his worst enemy. Or maybe he would have gone down in a communal killing. Who knows what the bastard could have endured, but it did not matter now. He had found a home and a paradise where he might finally find some form of peace. Maybe even a family. Akuji had opened up enough to call him brother and Horizon couldn’t help but feel an innate trust that had built up through their conversation. Call it brotherhood or what you like, the bloody kalak knew he could trust Akuji.

A shift of movement caused Horizon to look back to Akuji. A smile lit his half-brothers façade and he returned it, his lips lifting up into a smile. So tell me, Horizon, where have you taken up residence, or have you not yet? For we tend to sway ourselves toward Cold Summers, and I do not believe I have seen you there. There are a few vargs I would love for you to meet. Horizon smiled thinking back to the mountain top where he had met the Queen he currently served. He chuckled lightly. He had considered Cold Summers as a home, but at the finding of Ameira’s rise to power he had felt that there would be no better place to call home than where his friend had taken residence. Though this had all been before his run-in with Akuji… I have actually found a home in Munashii Gekko. The Queen, Lady Ameira, is a good friend of mine. After hearing of her rise to power in Munashii I took residence in her lands, though I did consider Cold Summers as home previously. Horizon looked towards the direction in which Munashii laid hidden in the forest of evergreens. I would love to visit Cold Summers if I ever got the chance seeing as you are the only kalak who hasn’t tried to rip out my throat. He teased Akuji lightly seeing as they had almost gotten confrontational, but here they were talking like brothers. Horizon looked to Akuji, searching for his gaze,It’s good to have you back, brother. He smiled at the other kalak, he hadn’t felt this good in years.