Description
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Iorikh seems to walk farther and farther from the heart of Kol, each time he goes out. Searching for something intangible- conclusions he's convinced he'll never come to.
It would be easy to think he's just raring to find an intruder and tear into them, as he's well known for a singular hobby of thrashing those who don't belong on the territory, rare as it is these days. He'll let everyone think that he stalks about, hoping for it. He'll keep up the facade.
But one of these days, he thinks, his paws will lead him into the freelands and never turn back to retrace his steps at the end of the day.
He just wonders if his final steps over the border will leave him with a light heart and the sense of freedom, or ripped flesh and a bloody maw.
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aka
local manwolf with increasing anarchist thoughts takes a walk on a windy wasteland