Some time ago he had woken up in the middle of a vast field with his head throbbing like mad and a mixture of his and another’s blood trickling down his face. It was an anomaly during a hunt, the repercussions of being in the wrong place at the exact moment a brutal kick was being dealt. The bad thing was that he didn’t remember any of it. He smelled the thick blood of the deer from where he had gotten a bite in but his memory failed him time and time again. Not to mention that it hurt like hell to try and remember anything in the first place. So, he had wandered all around the outside of Moladion without knowing who or where he was. That is, until he had found a beautiful young girl who cared enough to help him. Zoryn. She had called him that when he could not remember his actual name and despite their split he had decided to keep it.

He now makes his way far into Moladion territory for the first time in a long time, still not knowing exactly where he is but feeling an eerie sense of familiarity all the same. He travels further and further into the realm until he is deep into the forest as darkness approaches. He blends well with the night and the shadows, he always had, his coat almost being made of them itself. He is blanketed in dark grays and black with his undersides turning toward the lighter side. Syl had always joked that he was half-and-half; half good and half evil. He never took it to heart. After all, he never knew who he was and he had never done anything so horrible since coming back to his consciousness.

Zoryn delves further into the woods and his auds perk to attention at the sound of a female’s voice sounding particularly solemn. Now interested in what could possibly be going on, he redirects himself to head toward the whimpering of the female until he spots her stark white figure collapsed over a large heap of rocks. His dark coated body brushes against the dry bushes of winter as he tries to get closer to hear what she is saying and she lifts her head to seek him out. A soft, sad hello is given with question as she looks into the darkness of the early night. ”I’m sorry to disturb you. I was just… concerned that you were hurt,” he fesses up as he steps away from the bushes and into the subtle light of the moon.