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11-12-2012, 11:46 AM
Talsia tossed his firey red mane defiantly at the wind, mocking it, as it had once mocked him in his sorrow over the loss of his half brother and his home. It had seemed to mock him for not having a herd, a family, for not respecting himself, and for being the cause of his half brother's death, as he thought he was the cause, although he was not. It was not his fault that his mother had favored his brother more than himself. But fair, patient, and once-trusting Talsia had loved his brother dearly all the same, not being jealous at all, as his mother had coldly hoped him to be. And even when she attempted to kill him, he held no grudge with his brother or her, for that matter. He just stayed out of her way. But when Talsia had witnessed her unintentionally kill his half brother, it was just too much. She had sent a ruthless killer out to scare Talsia away, so he would never come back, but the murderer had other thoughts, and he used his companion tiger to try to kill Talsia. Mortar, Talsia's half brother, had stepped in front of Talsia to save him, and the wild cat had leeched onto Mortar, sinking its claws into his heart, and giving Talsia a deep scar on his right shoulder, a scar for life. But their was worse pain than a wound he had been burdened with. He was still grieving the loss of everything he was, everything he had been. Now Talsia wanted to move on. He wanted to forgive and forget, but he couldn't. The thing he could do was find a new life, a herd, a mate, a family. And that was why he was here. He was going to confront the leader of the World's Edge herd, and ask him humbly if he could be a protector. Talsia was starting over.
