Who Do You Think You Are? [Ragnarok]

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Reluctantly, Ragnarok had finally agreed with himself that he would set out from Tiayr at last, in order to determine where he could possibly go from here. It was quite clear that Shekinah or his long-last family was not going to return to him, after all, no matter how desperately he might have wished for Ilanux to rise back out of the ashes of its defeat, no matter how desperately he might have wished for his family to make their way back to Tiayr and back to where he could properly keep them safe. At this point in his life, he had to be realistic, and accept the fact that there was nothing left for him within the territories of Tiayr anymore. A long chapter in his life had finally concluded, and now it was time for him to attempt to write a new one before his time on this earth was finished. Even if he joined up with another organization as an elder, spending his days being waited on hand and foot by the younger and more physically capable members of the pack, Ragnarok could at least be contented that he would have the security of a home again, not having to strike out on his own in a time where both his body and mind were slowly beginning to fail him.

So he had headed south- not before trying his best to get Ragra to accompany him, of course, though she had shown an uncharacteristic amount of vitriol towards the suggestion even for such a strong-willed young female. She'd spat at him, asking why he'd chosen now to truly care about and listen to his weakest daughter, and he had not been able to give her proper answers no matter how valiantly he tried. He could perhaps have acted on his suspicion that something was deeply troubling her, gone to her and comforted her- but instead, as tired of fighting against changes in his life as he had been, Ragnarok had turned away from his only remaining daughter, simply wishing her luck on whatever path she decided to choose from here and saying that he would always think of her. It pained him to no end to have to borderline abandon the one family member that had stuck by his side throughout all this, but Ragnarok acknowledged that he could not force Ragra into coming with him. She had all of her mother's spirit and then some, and she would never truly be happy if he kept her chained to his side.

He had to trust that she would be able to find her own way. He had to trust that maybe she would be better off without him. Whether it was selfish and cowardly of him or not, he would have to let her go in order for her to prosper and grow from here.

Now he was headed south, following the trail of that Isles male that he had spoken to what already seemed like eons ago- he had said that he and his brothers were journeying to the lands of Kal'dyne, and out of some strange sense of curiosity over the matter Ragnarok had followed. He still didn't know if he entirely trusted that these strange wolves were entirely cured of whatever malady had befallen them, or that they would not be bringing more of their kind over to the continent in an attempt to carry out less than savory actions, but following them through the lands at least gave him some kind of twisted purpose in his life again. The brute was not entirely sure whether his motives were out of wanting to know more information, wanting to potentially protect the one member of their party that he had bothered to grow close to from hostility, or something else entirely- but follow he did, even though he'd had to resort to help from fellow loners several times when he had served to lose the trail. He would see what their intentions were when he met up with the full group, after all, and only then would he determine whether these individuals were truly as trustworthy as they presented themselves to be.

So distracted by his internal thoughts was Ragnarok that he almost completely missed the scent of another wolf coming into his nostrils as he traversed the terrain, jerking his head up to watch what appeared to be a youngling wolf marking some kind of boundary line. Observing with a small smile, Ragnarok took the time to lift his massive head and scent the air, trying to discern as to whether or not he'd crossed into a pack's territory completely by accident in his wanderings. While the brute would have liked to think that his age and stature made it quite clear that he was far from being a potential threat to any packs in the area, he knew that not every pack in the southern lands was very keen on the idea of unannounced individuals entering their territory, and given that his sense of smell wasn't quite what it had used to be the last thing he wanted was to unknowingly cause offense if he could at all avoid it. So it was that he stepped forward after a moment, clearing his throat loudly to alert the other male to his presence while trying not to dwell on the matter of why the stranger's silvery grey pelt seemed so strangely familiar.

"Excuse me, young one, but I appear to have lost my way slightly," he rumbled out, giving a small and self-deprecating grin. "Have I stepped onto your territory unknowingly? I wouldn't want to intrude, and my sense of smell isn't quite what it used to be."

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tagged|| Nero
notes|| Oh my man you have NO idea

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