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    It was weird. He felt.. he felt like someone was back- someone important to him. He didn't know why, or how, or even who this someone was- but they were back. Back, and he wanted to find them.


    He knew it wasn't his parents that this someone was, but rather a friend. Someone he trusted, but just wasn't around. But who did he trust? Well he trusted Eli- but Eli couldn't be it. He could pretty much see Eli whenever he wanted to. And it wasn't anyone in the Riverside either. Or here for that matter. No it was someone outside of the two clans that he lived with. Outside of the boundaries he knew to be home. But who could it be? He just couldn't remember who this stranger was- who this someone was who he was meant to go and find.


    Pushing through a crowd of npcs in frustration, the canine would make towards his room. Perhaps he wasn't being too friendly just about now, but he was upset. There was someone in his life that was missing- someone important to him. And he wanted to find them. Oh he wanted to find them so badly, yet for some reason they were just out of reach.


    Letting out a soft huff of sadness, the male would reach his room and enter, leaving the door cracked as he left the hallway. Perhaps it was the fact he hadn't noticed he didn't shut the door completely, or maybe it was due to the idea that he held in the back of his head making him believe that someone might grow worried of his behavior and check up on him. Whatever the case was, Weed just hoped he could figure his life out. He wanted to know who this stranger was, and he wanted to know now, but the information just wasn't there inside of his head.


    The absence disturbed him and he just wanted it to end. He wanted it to just be over, and to leave him alone. But why couldn't it leave him? Who was this stranger and what did they want with him? And better yet- why did Weed want this stranger so much?



    ♚ makaio

    Elijah felt uniquely tired that day. He didn't know why - being something of an insomniac, it wasn't like he relied too much on sleep - but it had him feeling down. Maybe it was his nerves acting up, or just something in the air. He had days like this now and then. All he could do was deal with it. He decided to just lounge in the castle, too tired to bother roaming around as he usually might.

    His fatigue was suddenly pierced by the sight of Weed shoving his way down the hall. He blinked and squinted, trying to see the situation better from his roost. That harsh behaviour wasn't very much like Weed, and he wondered briefly if he had mistaken someone else for his friend, but the shiba inu was distinct. Elijah frowned. Was there something wrong? What was he to do?

    He felt a strong pull in his chest, telling him to go make sure everything was alright. Such was his better nature. But was it the best decision? If Weed was in a bad mood, would he snap for being disturbed? Ah, the last thing Elijah wanted was to bother him.

    But he was worried.

    He bit the inside of his cheek and slowly got to his paws. His legs were a bit stiff from laying around all day, but he shook it off and paced down the hall.

    Cautiously, he nosed the door to Weed's room, but didn't put his head inside. He wouldn't go further until he knew he was welcome. "U-uh," he mumbled, and then louder he continued, "h-hey, Weed? Uh, are you, uh... You alright?"


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