As a girl, she remembered her parents cautioning her to stay far away from the borders of Iromar. But, now, she rested on the banks of the Aplos, gazing into the packlands starting just beyond her position. Her father's crusade against the pack had always convinced her that there was evil lurking in the moors, but now she wasn't so sure. In truth, Luxa wasn't quite sure of anything, anymore. She had come back to Moladion to find a piece of her soul ripped from her-- Cato, whether dead or simply gone, was no longer her champion, her imprint.

Their bond had been untenable, she supposed, easily snapped by distance and time. There was no single, violent moment that she could pinpoint as his death. It was a gradual fade, until she could no longer feel any piece of him. Luxa held out hope that perhaps he had moved on without her, and that one day, she might see him again.There were always others, though-- the pain of losing her imprint bond was impressive, but she had never known Cato well. It was easy enough to move past it, to focus on other things.

Luxa began to wonder where Apophis had gone-- if he had moved on, too. They had begun to develop a close relationship before she had left, and she had missed him dearly in her time away. After her father's abdication of the throne of Diveen she had simply needed some time to herself, far from angels and demons and imprints and everything else. The world outside of Moladion had been a breath of fresh air, but she regretted leaving before telling her beau where she was going or when she'd be back-- but in truth, she simply didn't know the answer to either of those questions, and she couldn't stand to face him with that alone.

Her paw dragged lazily through the chill waters. Luxa supposed coming here had been a matter of slight defiance-- there was a bitterness to her now, her characteristic sly smile a bit more knowing. Life, certainly, had let her down at a number of points. It was a bit more fitting for her vixen-esque charm, as she had grown, now, from a girl into a woman. It was time to leave childish things in the past, make a name for herself outside of what her family had created and then let fall apart. Luxa scoffed at the memories. Perhaps it had all affected her a bit more than she had let on.