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Humiliation; smoldering, sharp, heavy. Grief, over a sense he had taken for granted.
Solaris, formerly E'tan, had fallen from grace, and he had fallen hard. Slammed, really slammed, into rock bottom. The large, domineering ginger tom had never felt so helpless. He was like a baby now, blind and dependent. He had been nursed back to health over the last moon, tended to by the same cats he had formerly commanded. His muscles had softened from lack of use and lack of appetite. His handsome had an angry red slash across his now clouded amber eyes.
He had traded it all for a chance to come back. How stupid he had been, to go on a solo mission to their unknown former territory. A simple badger attack had stolen his future, but he had bought back some version of it from their new Nemesis, who had discovered him in his moment of weakness. He had purchased a chance to return to his pregnant mate, to live among the cats of the League. But now he sat among them, a stranger in his birth home. No longer was he their leader, who had squashed rebellion and been renowned for his fighting abilities.
Slowly, he had ventured from the Shaman's den, wandering listlessly among the whispers of others. Now he sat, in an unseen patch of sunshine in what he had figured out was the corner of camp. Without visual stimulation, all of his life had become introspection, quiet reflection.
Solaris ground his teeth together, feeling the cocktail of rage and shame and loss wash over his hard heart once more.
He had returned to Primal Instinct once again. But he wasn't sure he wanted to stay.
Eve seeing Solaris emerge from the Shaman's den smiled and went over to him sitting down beside him.
Though a part of her still was angry over Levi's death, she understood why it had happened. And the fates in her eyes had punished him for killing her son (necessary or not), so she felt she had no grudge to bear against the former nemesis.
"It is a lovely day isn't it Solaris?" She asked turning to him, she wasn't a young she cat anymore. She'd been around a while, seen quite a lot in her time. But she was far from over the hill. Older, but not unable to perform the tasks the league expected of her. Keeping her claws and wits sharp.
"I suppose it is." The tom was thrown off by the sudden company, angry once again at himself for being so unaware of his surroundings. "Eve, yes? I'm still learning to match voices to names without the help of faces." Solaris chuckled, though his laugh was marred with hints of scorn and bitterness. He was as well-spoken as ever, but his well-kept composure had cracked, and his emotions leaked into his every word.
"It's something, at least, to still be able to feel the sunshine." He shrugged, his clouded eyes fixed on an unseen point.
