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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

The boy is supposed to be home now, with his father. Perhaps it is time he tried to learn more about that home - interact with it. He wanted to, so badly, but it was...scary. He was no longer on fire, and the threats of the flames were gone, despite the memories that he now could slowly, but surely recall. Static removed from his head, voices quiet, he could finally think. He could finally process...slowly. Everything would come in slow. And he needed it to be that way, admittedly. Everything had been too fast, too overwhelming. He needs time. His young mind still cannot understand it all. His young mind still feels guilt, and sadness, and pain...and fear, as well. But, he needs to, at the very least, try to overcome his fears. Prove to himself he can be home. Prove to others, too. He's supposed to be home.

He should not be so dependent upon his father, but it is the only sense of safety he holds now. His brother is gone, and he does not have to hurt anyone ever again, and Aurum has proven to him that he won't give up, no matter what, on the boy. So, when the tiger hears his dad's voice, his paws would carry him towards it, rounded ears pointed towards the sound. His head is held low as he comes towards the scene slowly, glowing eyes looking cautiously towards the other two that had arrived. He recognized one of them. The other, not so much. Either way, neither would know him very well. He hangs back at first, listening to the voice of his father.

After a few moments, though, he hears Beck's name, and he blinks. The ghostly boy was the founder of this group? How unexpected. More curiosity trickles in. But, it is interrupted as the lion continues to speak over the different traits of their territory, noting the various symbols he explains. "So how do we renew all the markings?" he asks quietly, tilting his head. Surely there'd be a lot to cover.