Dusk was reaching a closing... and night was taking ahold of her sky... Torches were becoming the brightest source of light around. The remnants dusk held in the sky were tints of pink and purple.... but it wouldn't be long before night had her reign once more. Clouds were semi-scarce in the reign of night, but with the temperatures being where they were, never cold, this was the time of the year it could escalate into real thunderous storms. Not that that was any form of an issue... it would be something other than extreme heat, so it was a blessing.
Padding along the outskirts of Anarousi, Rowen padding at the left to the right edge, making routine border check with the city and the neighboring Empire, Lightning. He heard word of his own flesh and blood, Herne, he knew as Lira'Herne. He now knew was alive. At first hearing he was alive was good news... but when the words continued, any relief he had was replaced... with loathe... that Empire is what costed us so much... yet you have turned around and helped them... he told himself, continuing his route along the outskirts, torches making his pelt bloom as he padded past them I believed you were killed in that Battle... turns out it was true after all... you've done it once, there is nothing stopping you from doing so twice... He padded at the left to the right edge until he reached its end... night nearly had her reign... interestingly not a star glittered the sky. Rowen looked back ahead, glaring into the darkness that portrayed the vile of the Empires. Dear brother, pray if we meet... which is inevitable... you have bars in front of you... He sat down, and continued his glare into the growing darkness... like the darkness you have chosen to bathe in... you will reap the judgement of the sins you make... he stood up, seeing night had her reign officially you can't have judgment unless you sin brother... his eyes scanned the darkness of night, seeing the glisten the torch put onto various pieces of grass, I am sure judgment has followed you there, and corroded you mind... he turned around when you are back... it's going to follow you, and it will continue to corrod what is left of your mind... until there is nothing there... he then started to pad back, double checking the border, you know this all too well... Your darkness is going to follow you for the rest of your pathetically wasted life... He was silent for a while, and had reentered the city before anything else entered his mind. ... at least you were not forced into helping they who got your life destroyed, you willing walked into it... so enjoy your aliments. As helpful as they may be with your destruction... He disappeared into the streets of Anarousi.
I bid you my sincerest wishes Dear brother... your own aliments and judgments... while they last... enjoy them...
So Rowen has gotten word that his own blood is technically alive... but he considers him dead for his actions.
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