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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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He felt like he was losing his mind lately....and maybe in a way, he was. He had found his brother's mutilated body and hadn't heard from his parents since that fateful day. He knew he had witnessed his mother basically losing her shit over the whole thing. It was like she didn't even see Fen there. His father had done his best to keep things in check but Fen worried that it wouldn't last. Ankh would run off on her own and probably find what she was looking for eventually....trouble. Maybe she would find the wolf responsible for Xerxes' death and give them what for...but more likely than not, her blind grief would make her a target and she would succumb to her own rage. Would she be the next body he found? He found himself hanging out in the darkest places for a long time after finding Xerxes. The grotto became a home of sorts. He barely ate, he barely slept. He mostly stared into space and wondered. Wondered what his parents were doing, where they were. Wondered what Tikal was up to, if she even knew of her brother's tragic death. He wondered if any of them even thought of him and where Fate might take him next. He hadn't been back to Taviora to see his imprint, Warpaint. He didn't want her to see him like this, wounded and vulnerable. He didn't have a mark on him of course. It was mostly all on the inside. His mind had taken on a life of its own and he was slowly losing the battle. He started hearing his brother's voice at the most inopportune times. Like when he was rolling in the mud, he could practically hear Xerxes scoffing in distaste, scolding his dirty paws and the way he almost never groomed his fur. Lazy, he called it. Fen tried shaking his head vigorously the first few times, hoping to uproot the voice and get it gone but it never seemed to work. If anything, it only grew stronger, until he could hear it lecturing him on how he was a good for nothing. He didn't have a pack, friends, family. He was just a lonely wanderer. What kind of life was that? He should be making something of himself. He once had ambitions, dreams. To be the greatest thief and spy in Moladian. But now all he saw was death and skulls. He often thought back on his time in Asteraia with Beltane of all wolves. The day she made him stare into the empty eyes of a rabbit skull came back to him again and again. To the point he even went back for Xerxes' bones and took the most important piece back to his little hidey hole in the grotto. Now he stared into his brother's skull like it held all the answers. He wasted hours, days like this, just staring into the black abyss where his brother's intelligent eyes used to be. This was no way to live. He knew that and yet he couldn't stop. What more was there for him? He was doing exactly that, staring into his brother's empty eyes, when he thought he heard something or someone stirring in the caverns behind him. He stood and curled his body around the skull, protecting it in a fashion as he whispered. "Who's there? I can hear you. Come out, little rat." His voice had taken on a hissing tone, his eyes almost beady, the pupils so dilated from so little sunlight. Fenyang male.3 years old.28in, 89#.born to AnkhXViserys.brother to 
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