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It had been quite the journey to get here for a hyena like him. He couldn't do much about it, though. He was here now, so he would have to stay. The only thing is, he had a reason for coming back. He wanted to reconnect with his father. He also had a reason for leaving: his mother died. So with that being said, when he got here to only find out his father had been killed around the same moments that he arrived, he was heartbroken. Devastated. What could a young boy do other than weep for his father? Well, Chairo had an idea. He didn't want to live if this was going to be his life. I mean, who else did he have? Where were his siblings? It didn't matter now.
Chairo simply lied there, in the dirt, outside of the castle. The sun beat down on his face. It felt as if he was being melted. Though, the puddle of blood around him began to heat up too, so it made it even worse. The gashes in his front legs stung immensely. The pain was almost unbearable, but he was just so done. He couldn't take it anymore, so he just took his time in lying down, very tired. He tried and he failed, so maybe he'd just bleed out. He didn't really care at this point.