He has not come back yet. It has been so long and he has not come back. So many moons. So many suns. So many winds. So many clouds. So many waves. I have counted so many. So so many. Does it total thousands now? I don’t know. I lost track. I came back here to wait for him with what he loves. I wait with Eden. I wait with Evil. I wait with him but still Solaris does not come back. Roamin has not come back yet either, at least not as he was.

I hold him with me now, my Roamin. His skull is with me, and thus he is with me. I haven’t felt the same, not since Lillith took him. I took her too and now she is with me. I hear her laugh at me as I carry his skull. Searching. Always searching. There must be a way. I steal the souls to bring him back, but I don’t know how many I need. I don’t remember how many I have gathered. I just know it is many.

My black pelt is touched with smell. That of death I suppose. Death and salt. I don’t think about my form often. It is not as important anyway. My bright yellow eyes are wide as I march forward with purpose, but I am not even sure what the purpose really is. I just follow it. Blood and darkness. I follow a path laid out for me from them all, from Obsidian, from Ruby, from Lillith, from Roamin, they lay it out in my mind, in a path, they tell me so many things and they now tell me to stop and look.

I do stop and I do look now. The fur on my back ruffles as I see another there now. I grasp the skull firmly and possessively in my jaws. I know little to none in this world of Eden’s. Eden is a scourge on the world and thus the members of his pack must be questionable. I stare at him but he does not seem to stare at me back, and I feel a bit less of a threat, at least for now at this very moment.

”He is MINE and you cannot have him,” I say loudly. Everyone needs to know, regardless, and I tell anyone who is near that Roamin is mine. I sense a sort of anxiety in him. I sense a lot of things though. Lillith tells me that I make them up sometimes. That I read into things too far. That I am ridiculous. That I am a failure.

”I AM NOT A FAILURE,” I scream out with a snarl- but not at him. At Lillith. I snap my eyes over him again. I am not a failure and he needs to know that too. He needs to know not to listen to Lillith either.

”Don’t listen to her, don’t, you have your own problems, hm? Hm? Do you? What are they? What is it?” I sputter out quickly, a shakiness to my voice as I step closer to him to observe him. I do not get too close yet, but I do indeed get closer. I sense something with him but I cannot say what, and it bothers me. I am bothered by it. I must find it out. I must dig it out if I have to, something must be done. I don’t like the way he holds himself, his aura, something...Ruby wonders if he needs to bleed, or if perhaps he needs blood, but I do not voice her concerns to him, not yet...not yet, Ruby could turn any moment, she can go from a whisper to a scream in seconds. I must find him out, and see what blood it is he needs.



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