01-07-2021, 01:00 AM
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RIFTWEAVER
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With the return of Brandyskies, Riftweaver was feeling lower than other. This...other him made him uncomfortable. It didn't make sense. He remembered who he was. Brandypaw, then Elduin. Son of Goldie, Sam. All those faces and names, his identity. It had been the only fragments of memories he'd retained after whatever happened all those months ago. Now that his very self was being brought to question, what could he really do?
Although, he supposed, he had questioned his identity and sense of self since he first went to sea. Perhaps that was why it had been such a welcome experience, why coming home had taken him four months. He remembered the ocean on that day, not quite as cold as the water that slid over his paws this one. As the memory of salt clinging to his fur surfaced, Riftweaver pulled himself back from the water's edge.
His eyes squeezed shut for a second as he took a deep breath. He needed to re-center himself. The tiguar was losing grip, and fast. Nothing new, but still cause for a distraction. The Roux opened his eyes upon his exhale, blinking. Almost without thinking, he began to wander the shore, coming to a stop near a large clam...?Sitting half buried in the sand as it was, it was difficult to tell.
With the return of Brandyskies, Riftweaver was feeling lower than other. This...other him made him uncomfortable. It didn't make sense. He remembered who he was. Brandypaw, then Elduin. Son of Goldie, Sam. All those faces and names, his identity. It had been the only fragments of memories he'd retained after whatever happened all those months ago. Now that his very self was being brought to question, what could he really do?
Although, he supposed, he had questioned his identity and sense of self since he first went to sea. Perhaps that was why it had been such a welcome experience, why coming home had taken him four months. He remembered the ocean on that day, not quite as cold as the water that slid over his paws this one. As the memory of salt clinging to his fur surfaced, Riftweaver pulled himself back from the water's edge.
His eyes squeezed shut for a second as he took a deep breath. He needed to re-center himself. The tiguar was losing grip, and fast. Nothing new, but still cause for a distraction. The Roux opened his eyes upon his exhale, blinking. Almost without thinking, he began to wander the shore, coming to a stop near a large clam...?Sitting half buried in the sand as it was, it was difficult to tell.