[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt]It had been two years. Two years since he was once called Reno, since Blackjack, since Ender, since Vlaud, since DarkClan, since his short-lived reign, since betrayal and blood and war and the Exiles and his first born's death since pain and suffering and joy and tears and... Gods, what was he doing here? Why was he here again? The mere scent of the clan itself made a voice in his mind pipe up and tell him to turn back. It wasn't smart, Bane, to return again to a place that held so many memories. He couldn't return to The Insig-- Boneclan, nor ScarClan. Too many memories clogged the very air that lay there. He had been alive for years, and spent three of them in this world of clans. Three years of his most damaging and flourishing memories.
He remembered being here. Joining and seeing the issues that came with Blackjack's reign. The clan had been stagnant and unchanging. They still struck fear into their enemies' hearts, but they needed change and activity. After many forced reforms, Wolfsbane had stepped up as leader in little time. But with his own feeling of success and pride, came the downfall of someone he had grown to care so greatly for- Blackjack. And oh, did he fall. Blackjack became psychotic- cannibalism of his own kin, irratic behavior, a broken and confused man now came over the one Wolfsbane had once cared so greatly for. Bane had ended up cuffing the man he once loved, shouting at the other with a broken voice as Blackjack faded and faded. He had imprisoned and tortured the one he loved to abide by the clan's laws, and he felt himself breaking away as Blackjack had.
It wasn't something he'd like to revisit, but here he was- standing upon the territory with a faded mind alike Blackjack's. Something wasn't right with Wolfsbane now, since he had awaken from the cold slumber of death again. He woke hungry and tired, with no loved ones to greet him, with no one to protect. This time, he had no purpose in waking up. Everyone he knew was dead or missing. No Flicker, no Uma, no Cottonfawn, no Breakdance, no Sylmae nor his dearest Dorian nor Nemo nor anyone he cared for so greatly. Dead or missing, all of them. In the past, he had awoken kicking to protect those he cherished, but now? He woke confused and angry, thirsty and yearning, forgotten and betrayed.
He wanted death to take him again, and to lock him away- to finally let him sleep.But it seemed he was in for further pain, and so Wolfsbane was angry.
"Wolfsbane Forrester," The tiger gruffly croaked, tired silver eyes lifting slowly. Ancient eyes that had seen death and love and pain and torture and betrayal and his own monstrous self. Seen too much. "Re-joining." Despite the fact that no one from his time still lived here.
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