"The Blood Of The Past"
Kludd stood firm and formidable on his area.
It had been a year since he had been thrown into the blaze.
His claws itched for the day he could slaughter his brother and his friends.
Then he would be at peace.
But in the back of his mind it might just make him more miscible if he did this thing.
Would he hate the world more if he killed his family?
Perhaps.
And then maybe not, it could tie amends with his past self.
He was up on a makeshift balcony, overlooking the St. Aegolius Canyons.
The old hide was far away to the north.
They had retreated to this place they now call sanctuary.
He had been found that day after the flames died.
He had been vengeful ever since.
Nyria did not help with her incitect bickering with his troops.
She wanted this!
She wanted That!
Over there!
Over here!
It drove him crazy.
What she was trying to do was rebuild the Pure ones and their "Kingdom"
What was the point?
Little remained after Metal-Beak's defeat and death.
Yet they still tried.
Kludd had taken on Metal-Beak's name as his Next.
He sorely hated to do anything of value.
He mostly sat there all day and rolled in his misery.
The wind blew in his face.
A whistling sound coming from the rocks.
He turned to find the mask staring at him.
"Old bird" he mocked it.
He was dead, he knew that.
Why was he talking to a mask?
Great, he was losing his mind!
He was so bored that he was talking to a piece of metal.
He turned back again to face the canyon before anyone saw him.
The sun was setting.
Soon he would rest.
And then he would have another day.
Of doing nothing...
Pathetic.
Maybe things would get better?
