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It was a mouthful, truth be told, hardly anyone actually called him by name. His mother used to call him ‘hey’ or ‘you’ or ‘mousebrain under foot’. His father never called him. Kind of hard to when you’re dead.
His mate, so long ago, a beautiful butterfly in a razed land, called him her dream.
Looking back, that was perhaps the nicest name he ever went by — then and now.
His siblings, all six of them, called him by his full name. Only his dear sister, when she would pop in every hundred moons or so, would call him — in private — Rava.
To many, he was dull, serious, and rather gloomy. He rarely if ever cracked a smile, and when he did, it was such a minute twitching of the muscles that it hardly counted anyway. He looked perpetually tired, as though he never got any sleep — or restful sleep that is.
Call it funny, but it was only within Primal Instinct’s borders, at the heart of the league, that he found solace and could allow himself a peaceful slumber, even though many outsiders would consider it like sleeping at the heart of the lion’s den and would rather anything but a certain death for a wink of shuteye.
Primal Instinct was home though, as close as home could ever be after his dear departed Melicia was taken from him.
Snapping back from his daydream, he glanced over at the kill he’d managed to squish beneath his claws, having tightened his hold while he was under the spell. Shaking his paw free of the muck, he sighed. He’d have to start over now.
