it's too much

A E D I O N you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent — After leaving the Portal after gods know how long, Aedion had finally managed the trek back to the North. He had been here for years, only having been sucked out when the North became reachable again – plopping him back into his least favorite place in the entire world. The Portal. After spending too long there he decided to try and regroup at his last known location, Heimasborg. The strange place of connecting caverns, quite different from the intoxicating fumes of Ennuyenda. Instead, this one was chilled and rather comfortable for the man who had been born with far too much hair. He also found that he enjoyed remaining in his wolf form when he was here – it blended in better, was less of a distraction, and he didn’t have to worry about his wings freezing to his body. He reached the entrance of the main cavern he had always ventured to, shaking the snow that had fallen onto his pelt. Growling quietly to himself, he remembered how much he hated the change in seasons, and actually preferred the darkness that had crept over the land. He had been in a deep sleep, enjoying the sweet silence that the ever changing land had to offer. Now, he had to deal with both the seasons and enacting his revenge on the Helovian’s that had crossed into his world. The godkillers he had called them when they first arrived to steal parts of his world for their own.  Sunstealers he had called them when the land grew dark and treacherous. Now he needed to learn how to begin the ascent he had for his vengeance. Finding the spot he had originally stayed in, he searched for anything left over from his travels, grumbling into the night as his pelt turned teal. His pale eyes dancing over the icy cavern walls to reveal nothing. A deep growl reverberated deep within his throat as he found nothing left at all. Anger grew within his chest as he began to grind his sharp teeth together. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to center himself as he tried to decide the next course of action. "Talk." — you are a weapon; and weapons don't weep.

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@Valkyrie <3