The sound of crashing waves reached Ramses long before he laid his crimson eyes upon the sea. The angry beast clawed and battled eagerly with the shore, her repetitive nature creating an odd rhythm that aggravated the red coated man. He sneered, his ivories glinted in the sunlight as the taste of salt aggressively landed on his tongue. The coyote huffed, his discontent clear as he stared at the horizon.

He’d travelled south, his disgust with Solterra had grown too strong and he’d simply left. The horrors Raum had left behind were too much and as much as he hated to admit it, he simply couldn’t handle what he’d seen. Children orphaned and citizens starving, it had driven Ramses nearly mad. Eyes moved once again to the angry ocean, she seemed to reflect the roaring rage in his chest. What could he have done?  

The man shook his sorrel head, the skull upon his shoulder rattled with the abrupt movement. Of all the things Solterra needed now, a wild member of the Davke was not one of them and that reality had been quite hard to swallow.
So, he’d journeyed here, though he wasn’t sure where exactly that was. The creature had spent his entire life in the Mors, he’d grown so accustomed to the vastness of the desert that he’d forgotten there was a whole world beyond the dunes. He refused to return there and he wasn’t sure when or if he’d ever go back. There was only one thing on his mind now, his brother. Whether Ipomoea knew it or not, Ramses would infect his court and place himself within their politics, there was nothing he wanted more.
A wicked smile appeared on his lips at the thought.


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