So this was what it had come to.
He paid no mind to territory, paid no mind to the changes that had occurred here. He had been dead, after all, because of the things he'd so precisely predicted in his past life. Because of mistakes left over-looked and promises once forgotten. He had said it, he knew ... "You're still blind after all". A pure white lupurca, brighter than snow shimmering in broad daylight, stood tall barely inches from what was considered their "border". It had been ... all too long. Though his murder happened barely months ago, he felt as though an entire century passed without his knowledge. Who knows vhat old friends still live even today. It seems zhat ve die by the hundreds each hour. The man was ever patient as his luminescent, blue eyes surveyed the lands spanning before his gaze, his claws tapping rhythmically against the ground as he hummed to himself. Once I had stayed here - not to long ago too, and it vas - vell it vas delightful, yes indeed. But my son ... my own, I had to find somevhere else, didn't I? And then he, because he cared for his children, paid a blood price so brutal it would make the strongest figure vomit upon sight. Ryad was truly a horrifying creature, less than a man ... and more of the hellish greed he indulged in. Though he wanted to stray from what his brother had become, and so Magi was reborn anew.
He kept his silence as he waited.