It was a seemingly long time ever since the invasion of the city by that spiteful Lich. It was incredible what he had done in such a short time, how many lives he had changed within the span of only a few days. However, it didn't quite have the same impact as what had been done to the Url. He didn't like what he had become during the crisis, but at the same token part of him was calling; Crying for that power that he had. Attacking civilians was horrible, quite brutal, and was part of his past he tried so hard to hide on his violent quest to save Aloria through symbiosis. Though, the calling of that Arken and being able to level buildings he disliked was intoxicating. Even the most silent nights seemed to have whispers and screams that called to him about that short time.
PHWOOSH!
Occasional crackles of the fire caused his right ear to flick as the flame burst into life. All of the bark shavings had fed the flame so well that it practically exploded before he sat down. It was quite calming, but did not equate itself to the noise of the city he had aimed to flatten. Something about being outside of the city's bounds felt wrong. He didn't feel the magnetic pull or the emotions of others. For once, he had missed the pain others felt that he could equally carry on his shoulders. The nights going by had merely bugs and birds that chirped and squeaked, yet somehow they were like a consistent bombastic orchestra in his ear. With embracing his bestial nature, he looked to his arms that now had his skin that was hidden under the fur he developed as this simple task of examining himself became a test. Though, something still felt wrong. It called to his name, the bricks in the very buildings he wanted to destroy each had their own whispers that pleaded him to return. His nostrils puffed, the air of multiple men slowly made its way out in the hefty sigh that he had before he slowly began to stand. Setting each hoof in place as he looked to his camp, he took one last look at it before the letter he managed to grab convinced him to return. The envelope had been left behind, sitting in the frozen mud to embrace its eventual rot from the elements as he began his walk. Step by step, he began his way back; Realizing the greatest pain he had inflicted onto others was to separate himself from them. There was no greater agony to them than his disappearance, for they cared and wanted him to be better. For once, his task and feelings could not seemingly be bettered on his own.
He needed people.
PHWOOSH!
Occasional crackles of the fire caused his right ear to flick as the flame burst into life. All of the bark shavings had fed the flame so well that it practically exploded before he sat down. It was quite calming, but did not equate itself to the noise of the city he had aimed to flatten. Something about being outside of the city's bounds felt wrong. He didn't feel the magnetic pull or the emotions of others. For once, he had missed the pain others felt that he could equally carry on his shoulders. The nights going by had merely bugs and birds that chirped and squeaked, yet somehow they were like a consistent bombastic orchestra in his ear. With embracing his bestial nature, he looked to his arms that now had his skin that was hidden under the fur he developed as this simple task of examining himself became a test. Though, something still felt wrong. It called to his name, the bricks in the very buildings he wanted to destroy each had their own whispers that pleaded him to return. His nostrils puffed, the air of multiple men slowly made its way out in the hefty sigh that he had before he slowly began to stand. Setting each hoof in place as he looked to his camp, he took one last look at it before the letter he managed to grab convinced him to return. The envelope had been left behind, sitting in the frozen mud to embrace its eventual rot from the elements as he began his walk. Step by step, he began his way back; Realizing the greatest pain he had inflicted onto others was to separate himself from them. There was no greater agony to them than his disappearance, for they cared and wanted him to be better. For once, his task and feelings could not seemingly be bettered on his own.
He needed people.
