LET YOUR PAST LIVES THROUGH / joining

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POOR GEORGE, POOR GEORGE
CAN'T HELP YOU; HE WAS BORN A KING

What was to happen, when everything you'd once known to be true has been crushed, stripped from you, left you barren with no truth to any of it but your own living, breathing body? What was a God to do when the title held no such worth, when his family, his followers, were all gone somewhere so far away he could not begin to picture where to start looking? There was no real answer, not to the fox's knowledge. Not even his own sister's infinite wisdom could help him now, her once distantly familiar presence nowhere to be found. And it'd been months of simply existing in this world, in this body he still did not feel was his own, of trying to be simply...mortal. The Blackguard had disbanded long enough ago that he'd been solitary for likely nearly a year now. And still, he was nowhere closer to the answers he desired than before. Perhaps it was time he'd stop being a recluse and find something else to do, in the meantime.

He was plenty aware of the always expanding groups popping up all over the continent they found themselves on, and he knew the fact that there were always new ones that he had options, when it came to deciding where he may find himself. He'd enough time to be in this body to take the time to properly learn how to communicate to others. Most did not know sign language, unfortunately, but it was better than trying to constantly write in the ground, so he could only hope that at least one individual may know the basics. Otherwise, it would be back to writing for him. Which, truthfully wouldn't be as hard as before, seeing as he'd found himself settling on a group by the beach.

The male would approach the forested area splitting the Palm Glades from the rest of the island, keeping his head low, ears alert as he moved through. The large trees provided a nice shade, although it wasn't too terribly warm. They reminded him of a former life, when he may roam between the towns and cities with Olaine, enjoy a campfire with the two-headed dog. That was all he needed then, and all he wished for now. But it was out of reach, and so he moved alone, pawsteps silently taking him further and further in until one may find him.