The last waking moment that Sam ever actually had was been shipped off to god knows where in the middle of when the world went to shit for the first time.  The assumed first world war, where it would have ended in a couple of years has most had assumed or predicated it would. Where the world powers had ran out of reasons to kill one another, or loosing more and more generations has the war progressed.

Now this was different, and he knew that something was pretty much wrong. Because from what he rememebered, he didn't die. It has been at least one hundred years since the start of what should have been prevented but of course the world would have been very different if what had happened hadn't happened, but that was a spiral down a dark rabbit hole, which no one should ever go down into.

Shaking his head slightly, the wolf dog made his way down what he could recall as idealistic and familiar, but so similar and unfamilar at the same damn time. He was making his way from the woods, not sure where his paws were leading him, somewhere that had people, although he was not sure of where or how he was going to reach it. At least someone that looked like him right?

This had to be a dream, right?

It didn't register in his head that he should probably stop, he was looking for someone. A familar someone, someone that he used to know. 

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A scent he hadn't been expecting had appeared. His path was paused, idle conversation with others paused as the scent crossed his nose. It was a scent familiar to him, from a time long, long ago. Or so, it seemed to be that way to him. He knew who owned this scent, he'd grown up beside him. Making a quick excuse, the Seer departed from his conversational partners, headed for the faint trace of scent the wind was blowing to him. Jaws parted to breathe in the scent, the faery hound would approach quickly, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He came quickly, ears perked up upon his head. He appeared as a borzoi with red markings, faint striping upon his pelt. The stripes were a sign of his family's lineage, even his little sister bore them. He didn't recognize him at first but the brown eyes that ranged the red pelt couldn't help their squinting. "Hello!", he had to hold himself because because he wasn't certain if this was actually Samuel. He didn't know for certain if this was the wolf dog he'd grown up with. "Are you alright? My name is Jasper.", he would speak as he slowed his energetic trot to a calm plod, coming to stand before him. It had been years since tragedy had split them so he couldn't tell for sure.