Andarin: The Mountains: sounds like home, or hell.

He would never deny the gift that has been given him. Although he had not aimed for it either. He did not feel fit among the legends of the Element. He was far too close-off in himself to believe he was apart of them. But nonetheless the elements had chosen him, for they saw him fit, but in his mind indeed that had chosen by far the wrong guy.

But he could of never denied it, could he?

The Warden had found comfort in many places, among many different people. Fenris had been one of them, somehow along the way he was bound to be here with her, to help her in any way he could. Almost like he had been built up for this moment in time. But it is not undying loyalty he feels for her, it is more like a debit to be paid off. By all means, not in a bad ways, she showed him the light, and the darkness, and they gray he had stood among for so long. It was friendship that had been woven, and that alone keeps him here. There is no gratitude towards the past kings and queens of Solira, he had never been theirs.

Just a drifter, a drifter among the tides as they wash along the shores, taking the pieces of granite with them, pieces of him that had never mattered but somewhere that had, so long ago. When Rowan showed up at the ocean, it was then he knew he was tied down, when Aian came and dropped Sarai off to him, to watch her, to care for her, to love her like he never could. When Epos was born, he knew he could not leave.

But he did. Because he had to, because he could no longer love the jaegers, because they had never loved nor cared for him, because he was nothing to any of them, any of them but his family. But eventually he feels their downfall, he feels the ocean going to engulf them. And a piece of him hopes it does, the anger that swelled inside him.

“Im a chaser of tails.“ He says. Nimir-raj let a low growl admit from his throat. He had much more faith in Micah then he had for his own self. The leopard kept him on his feet, showed him light, but never the darkness. And in a way thought he had loose morals for leaving his family behind. But being the dutiful companion he is, he complained less and comforted and supported him more for doing this on his own, doing something for him.

No matter how selfish it seemed.

At this poin the was lost for words, his air swirled around him and his earth soaked in the soil, Namir claws ripping at his throat, beginning to let him go. And in a way he felt it coming soon, he felt like eventually we would have to set him free. The super was powerful, and Namir felt even more so, even as barkskin rippled along his flesh like rough waters.

He looked at Oceantree, with almost pleading eyes, as if there were something she could do to save him.

Micah, The Warden, your dreamspeaker, they all mean nothing to him. His is after all rather Pathetic don’t you think.

oc. micah; the warden
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;
earth and air III; barkskin and namir