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How furious he had been when he had finally returned home to find it in ruins, something inside his very core had changed. He had never known he had been capable of such a thing, capable of attacking in a fury that shook his bones, that he could kill another when he could have spared them. That mountain had always been his home in one way or another, and despite the fact he had left it behind he was enraged that they dare challenge his family's claim. As soon as he had ever learned who was behind it Noctis had cornered them in the walls of the home he knew so well, saw their tail low but he had still leaped upon that older male and pulled fur and flesh from bone until the blood-stained stranger had stopped moving. He had begun hunting those that had invaded his pack, attacking and driving them back out and even killed a few more after the first one, losing the mindset of the once innocent prince he had been. After he had run them all out and the pounding of blood in his ears had calmed, he had been horrified at what he had done, and a girl he had met on his travels had calmed his soul. He had kept his home safe, but he had shed much blood and many had already been lost. His mother had died of some disease shortly after he had run he had learned, and his father had been killed when the invaders attacked the mountain of his birth, and during his time back home he had learned much, and brought his own legacy to life.
He had another place to return to after he had placed the mother of his pups in power back home, yet another place he had run from and a right he had to wrong. He had returned to and faced his old fears that lie at the mountain walls of his childhood home, and he had risen above and conquered those fears and insecurities. Sometimes the warm coppery taste of blood could be tasted on his tongue, the image of the lifeless bodies he had caused flashed through his dreams. Red tainted orbs settle on where the rainbows had gathered before he had cracked under the pressure and run, the athletic muscles rippling easily and steadily beneath his sky-black coat.
He knew they had surely moved on long since he had left, as much time had passed between his departure and his return. He returned here despite that for some reason, maybe he wanted to face the very area where his bravery had once failed him, or maybe some part of him still fought for the hope she would be here. He knew there were odds stacked against this very hope, that she could have died or forgotten about him completely. Some part of him cannot believe that she has died, but another part of him cannot deny that something bad might have very well happened.
He circles the area, before the surroundings begin to look most like where they had all gathered. His black coat blends into the gathered shadows as he allows the memory to filter back to his mind, the way his little rainbow charge had seemed so lost when her friends had run away. He had been around this area when he had run from her, this was where he had surely disappointed her. He shakes his head as he lowers himself to a seated position, knowing that he would wait here until the morning in a hope that she would come and he could apologize.
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