He was growing tired of Tarben, his mate he claimed had abandoned him. Her children had vanished too. He sighed, he figured himself a gentlemen despite his fathers tendencies. Despite knowing he was likely born of assault. What did that get him though? His brother was a fighter, and he was honored in death for it. Yet his father hardly looked in his direction. His mother was dead now too, baring two more sons. He had half brothers, but he couldn't look at them without thinking of his mothers death. He wasn't particularly close with her, but he had hoped for a better relationship after Arvins death. She found comfort in a lover instead, and that killed her.
Radke sighed, Tarben was becoming a pack of ghosts. No one new coming, and everyone here was dying. He wanted to take in the fresh air, flapping his wings as he flew out of the lands and down south. The cold was beginning to bother him at night, he had no one to share his den with and cozy up with. Another soft sigh left his jaws, before he saw the pink string that connected him elsewhere. He was tied to someone? In the direction, he could only make out that it was an Amberbjorne wolf. Great, another to turn him away or vanish. His eyes caught onto a light instead, toward the East. The forests were glowing? He felt pulled toward the light, wanting to see what it was. As he landed, everything began to spin. His vision cut out, and his body slumped slowly to the ground.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"So the question I ask is, where the f u c k is your God now?"
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