I'LL HANG YOU HIGHER THAN BEFORE

i'll leave you lying on death's door

He had been... transient. Slipping in and out Spirane, in and out of his body, distantly watching the machinations of others he only felt vaguely connected to. His memory was weak, only his age told him the time of his birth, but trying to conjure up the faces of family only left vague shadows, digging the hole in his memories ever deeper. It was frustrating enough to lack direction, but coupled with the idea that he would not truly know himself until he unraveled the mysteries of his life before his discovery by his adoptive parents, it was agonizing. Janus knew nothing about coping with this pain, nothing except distancing himself from not only those around him but from himself. To try and live outside of his mind and body, perpetually hovering between an enduring dream and real life.

Janus felt as though if he continued on like this it would drive him mad. And so he clung to the one thing that seemed to have any sort of connection to his life previous; the two scents, at times intercrossing but typically separate. There was something hauntingly familiar about them, one buried deep within the mountains, the other seemingly more centralized. He opted for the former, as it was the one he had scented most prominently, solitary and on its own. He hadn't been able to track the lady down quite yet, finding her scent lost in streams and over hillocks only adding to his frustration. But today he was resolute in finding answers.

Before Janus left the den he made it a point to rouse his sister, as sickly as she was, perhaps she might care to follow him. Aine had stuck close by him anyhow. But he did not wait up for her, this was not a mission for the both of them, as she seemed content enough to stay with Hollowpoint and Haven. He, however, did not balk at the prospect of answers, and with legs grown longer and endurance more hearty, the boy set off with his nose to the ground. It did not take him too long to find whispers of the scent, it was, at this point, burned into his memory. The sun was high in the sky by the time he found a suitable, fresh trail to follow, and he wasted no time. This woman, whoever she was, had proved to be elusive before. This time she would not escape with her secrets.

Her trail took him on a winding path through the forest, the terrain growing rougher under his paws the more uphill he climbed. But his steps did not falter, and soon the scent was strong enough that he figured she would be close by. Janus rounded a thick tree trunk, starlit eyes catching sight of a quickly disappearing tail. He took off at a sprint. "Hey! You!" He yelled, breathlessly, determined to have her stop.

ROMAN AND MORRIGAN'S LOST SON | MERCENARY FOR NONE | MARTYR FOR NONE