(Rigel)
After leaving Orion I mostly wander through the forests and uninhabited lands of Tarathia. Never staying in one place for too long to draw attention towards myself.
I know the sentinels will be looking for me, so I keep moving.
Hunting at night, mostly wild animals. Avoiding monsters and other creatures, killing them when necessary.
Most of the time, I keep my humanity turned off. To survive this, I have to or I would keep thinking about Amaia, the bond in my chest won't let me stay away from her and I can't hurt her more than I already have.
The guilt is corroding me as rust does to iron.
Most haunting are the memories of the past that keep me up most nights. The horrors, the abuse, the degradation, the rape by my so-called step-mother. The one who was supposed to be a protector.
The hate she carried because I was part-vampire and the firstborn. I didn't know a woman could stoop this low, become this cruel.
