[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Silently into the night he flew on black speckled wings, the wind gently caressing his similarly hued pelt as faint shivers occasionally ran down his spine. His midnight black form blended well with the starry sky, even without having any powers to guide him along. With the addition of the dark mist spilling out around him, however, he was fully invisible against the twilight, only the whisper of a form shooting through the sky on powerful silent appendages. His dark form was barely visible next to the gray clouds that spread out around him. He was nothing more than a blur, flying over the islands that Sunclan called their home, nothing more than a passing shadow. He was aware of their change in territory, and that was the reason that he was not meeting them upon whim at their old one. He decided to visit the clan where it now resided to save any patrolling groups the trouble of having to accept him in, and sparing them the trouble of having to find him.
Something had sparked an interest deep inside of the mutated canine, something that for some unknown reason had brought Ronan here in the first place, away from the relative comfort of Scarclan. He was seemingly moving a lot these days, something that the dreamer had not expected from the likes of him. He was an isolated creature, one who hated contact above all. He hated having to deal with everyone's bull*, and the moment he left Scarclan he had plans to return to living the loner life. But yet again it seemed his wings and paws carried him elsewhere, to another group where the male who went by Tasukete resided. He recognized the scent when flying over the rocky islands of the Rift, and without even thinking the beast had altered his direction, heading straight towards the clan with only one idea stuck perpetually in his mind. That he was going to join Sunclan. His old clan wasn't for him anymore, his siblings had seemed to manifest out of no where and infest it, bringing back old memories and feelings that he wanted to keep buried down for as long as possible. He had nothing against the two males who shared his same DNA... nothing personal. But he needed his space.
And even though the male didn't know what this feeling was exactly... he was not one to question his gut instinct. Perhaps it was determination that led him here, but it's source would remain undetermined. Despite the evident confusion that Ronan felt, he proceeded to tilt his wings to bank to the left and make a wide circle around the territory. But he still didn't land, hesitance entering his mind, blurring his feelings and thoughts briefly. He did not fly away; Instead, upon tilting his wings ever so slightly more he dropped down lower, creating another wide circle, like a vulture descending down on its next meal. all four of his eyes were narrowed against the harsh wind that was the result of living on islands, though still they did not miss anything below them, attentive as ever. His eyes drank in the foreign details, quickly committing them all to memory. For minutes he circled, gathering the courage to land in the unknown area, more specifically the beach-like terrain far away from the temples he had noted that lay in the middle of the island.
Suddenly, determination filled the canine, and with one swift fluid movement, he folded his wings and plummeted to the ground, slicing through the clouds and pulling back at the last second to land gracefully on all fours. His glistening wings settled against his back comfortably, and the canine rolled his shoulders, content despite the stoic expression adorning his maw. yet his chest was burning, aching, screaming at him to run away from this place and leave it behind before he got attached. The same thing that had happened when he had first set foot on Scarclan territory. He didn't belong in groups. He wasn't used to it, even having spent a good few weeks residing among other creatures. He didn't belong here. He should have gone back to the loner lands, gone back to a comatose state even inside of his min. The pain that suddenly clawed it's way up his skull was nearly insurmountable and caused his breath to hitch from the stress of the situation. Should he truly be doing this? Should he turn back? The thoughts wouldn't leave him, which was why he decided not to move any closer than he already was to the ruins, deciding to do something else for the time being, until he made up his mind, made up what he truly needed in his life.
For the remainder of the night Ronan walked unfamiliar paths that his paws curiously followed, leaving light imprints in the dirt and grass. He wasn't rushing, for there was no reason to. No one would see him, and if they had, the canine was fairly sure he would have been stopped by now, or at least noted. And so he continued along, gazing at the sea around the beach with a distant expression, flinching back whenever the water got too close to his paws and lapped at his black fur. So he walked for the remainder of the night, taking shortcuts and long scenic routes here and there, ultimately mapping out the outer edge of the main island by the end of his late-night journey.
When the morning sun began to rise and shed light on the rocky shores, the black hued hybrid slowly became visible, the golden light casting beautiful patterns of light and dark along his fur and causing his feathers to glisten. One side of his face was completely covered by the gold, giving the illusion that he was in flames, about to dissolve into ashes. Yet the other side was colder, gray and blue tones mingling together in the shadow of the morning, causing a great contrast between his two halves. And in that early morning light, the dreamer made up his mind. He appeared regally and gracefully upon the border of the clan, waiting for a morning patrol to spot him. It was too late to go back, and he had a final destination in mind that he had not yet explored. Where else to go but forward? With a trail of dusty prints and a cloud of said dust behind him, he simply strolled along the dirt paths. He planned to do so until he mustered the bravery needed to confront the obstacle before him. No doubt the Sunclanners would sniff him out before he could say anything, and that was fine. his four flickered back and forth as he walked, head held high, a torrent of emotions raging in his gut.
he just hoped that Tasukete would be the first to find him. He still didn't know how to talk to anyone else.