SCATTERED | open, return

//let’s just ,,,,,, ignore the last time i made a return thread w this guy

also this is rlly bad hejcjdjd who o ps

If one were to ask Pierce where he had been for the last few months, or maybe it had even been years, he would have no idea what to say to them. The truth was, he wasn’t quite sure. He had had quite the rude awakening not too long ago, finding himself in the middle of the Thunderlands with no idea where he was, who he was with, or where he was from. Aside from that, though, he wasn’t sure what had happened. As time passed and he took more time to himself, however, a few things began coming back. He was Pierce Parker, and he had grown up in a place called Blizz- or, didn’t they call it, like, Elysia or something, now? He didn’t know, but that was what he had heard from one of the travelers he had come across during his time alone. Whatever they had decided to name it, it was still his home, the place he had been raised, where he had put so much heart into to help lead and take care of. With the change in name, as well as the passing of many, many moons, he didn’t doubt there had been a multitude of changes to his old home.

Regardless, here he was, wide-eyed as he approached the floating islands that made up the land that belonged to the Coven of Elysia. They were not exactly the same as he remembered, but his memory was certainly skewed, so maybe he was just mistaken. Either way, there was something familiar about the scent on the air and the appearance of the islands. The serval stepped toward what he assumed was the border of the group’s territory, amber gaze flicking over the view before him. He cleared his throat, attempting to ignore the shaking of his leg as he prepared to speak. Pierce hadn’t struggled to talk to strangers since he was extremely young, but something about returning to this place, which was both so new and so familiar, arose a sense of nervousness. With a deep breath, however, he spoke, "Uh- hello? My name is Pierce Parker, I’m back." He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone here even knew him- it had been so long, and he was somewhat worried, with his recent struggles with memory, that he may not recognize those who knew him. "I’m from here," he elaborated, “It’s just, uh, been a little while. It felt wrong to say that when he didn’t know the place at all, but it wasn’t like he could say he was from anywhere else - this place had been his home for the majority of his life, whether it was exactly the same or not.

Indeed, it was odd to return to the place that one had once known so well, just for everything to be strange and new. When Pierce closed his eyes, he could still see his old home, the main island which was often covered with a layer of stark white snow, the camp that was almost always bustling with life, filled with the many diverse characters of Blizzardclan. His Blizzardclan. He had resided just a few minutes’ walk outside of camp, having made his home under a stone overhang. It had been a small place, but it was enough for him. He’d decorated it with his own paintings and hung up warm yellow lights, and it had been his safe haven for over a year. He could still remember dinner parties with friends, special moments with those he was particularly close to, but... he couldn’t quite remember who they were. His lapses in memory, though not nearly as frequent as they had once been, still occurred quite often, and he couldn’t help but be slightly irritated by his inability to recall the simplest of things. Something was certainly missing, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

Pierce’s head raised slightly when an approaching figure came into view, lips tugging up into a tentative smile. Being welcomed to his home was certainly an odd feeling - usually he was the one doing the welcoming, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. In fact, the speckled feline’s tail gave a slight wave at the other’s words, though he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that it wasn’t someone he knew. He was aware there would be very few people he recognized, possibly even none, but the hope was still there. His sister had lived here, though he knew she was gone, as had many of his closest friends. He couldn’t remember all of them, though one face remained burned into his memory- Hana, with her kind smiles and that mischievous gleam in her lovely brown eyes. Pierce had always loved the girl (not like that- gross!), and they had been through quite a lot together, but it had been so, so long since he had last seen her. There were many others, he knew, but his memory was murky. Regardless of who was here now, Pierce was glad to be home. He stood quietly as Mulder spoke, taking note of the other’s name. He had always been good with names, so hopefully that hadn’t changed. He opened his mouth to answer the other, but as he did so, two more of Mulder’s clanmates approached. "Oh, yeah- back back," he confirmed with a faint smile before continuing, "Thank you! It’s great to meet you all." He paused, mulling over the questions posed to him by Mulder and the most recent Covener (Elysian? He didn’t know what they called themselves) to approach.

"I wasn’t born here, no,” he addressed Mulder first, "I came here when I was just a boy, though, a few months old, I think, so I lived here most of my life." That question was rather straightforward, but the one addressed to him by Barghest was a bit trickier to answer. The truth was, he didn’t know how long it had been. Months? Years? If so, how many? He wasn’t sure. With a light laugh, he responded "Uh- good question.” A nervous smile found its way to his freckled features, tail giving a slight wave. "I was a Blizzardclanner at the time, though, if that gives you any sort of idea?" He paused, a soft sigh escaping parted lips as he considered whether or not he should explain his lapses in memory, but chose not to for the time being.