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Soren opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of a woman over a deep, dark blue sky. It took his a second to realize where he was, and with whom he was with. It made his heart skip a beat. "Mist..." He looked around. "Where's Kel?" His eyes were filled with worry. "Is he with that... Shadow thing?"

Varg chuckled; «Never mind, I don’t wanna know.» He wandered a bit through the room. «What do you plan to do with them? Are they part of the team as well?» His thoughts were mostly on Soren. Vargs path was scorched with violence and chaos, things Soren nor Valla would have been able to endure...

Varg looked over the paintings spread across the room, some faceless or mangled. The past was bound to rise to the surface eventually... But what of the present? He thought about the two humans accompanying them. How would they fit into this? Perhaps getting to know them would reveal more. He...

The word home brought pictures to his mind. Pictures of his son and the woman he had loved once. Although they were laughing and playing, they were painful to watch. The word home made him nauseous and annoyed. Only once since then had the dared to hope for a new home. It had proven to be...

Varg looked deeply at the man in front of him. He was so ridden with pain, yet so lively. He knew that digging in his past would cause him great sorrow, but it seemed as if the sorrow had already reached him; it was simply dormant, and confusing. "I have nowhere I need to be," Varg said, with a...

Varg smiled, with a glimpse in his eye. There was a wildness to Kel, a passion, that he liked. He knew he would have trouble resisting him - but he didn’t mind. «Just tell me what to do.»

Varg smiled his usual, calm smile. "You're right. There's a time for everything." His hands were on his back, in a almost military position, and his back straight. His body felt more present now than before, as if being around other beings had made him more... Real. He started feeling more...

"Because the people who made me like this," he said, making a gesture with his hand, leaving traces of smoke from his movement; "were your enemies once. I, was your enemy. You see, I recongnized you when you came to these woods all those years ago. I've seen you before. In your past life, one...

(Altså byen Kel bodde i, den som Varg kriget mot)

The smoke gathered, and his body reappeared in front of Kel. He looked at him. "I don't mind this form. It was mine, once. I wasn't always like this." He wandered through the room and stopped in front of a picture of Kane. He looked different. It was him, but from a long time ago. "What has he...

Varg couldn't help but smile by his warm words. "This face is but a mask, this whole body is a costume. It takes energy to keep it up." He took a couple of steps back, and held his arms out, palms up. "Would you like to see me let go?" Without waiting for an answer, his body slowly turned into...

Varg was surprised; "you said I might have seen this place before... I thought you knew." He paused and looked at the pictures before continuing. "It's one of my gifts. Although, it's been a long time since I've had it under proper control. My mind wanders... Sometimes further than I intend it to."

Varg hesitated to answer; the dreams he had seen were mostly coated in agony; but other times they had portrayed glimpses of a love story; apparently not one with a happy ending. Varg knew about Kel's memory loss of memory. So many years, forgotten. What Kel didn't know, was that when Varg was...

Varg had listened with some sorrow to his words of old age; although he looked at though he was in his thirties, he sometimes felt like one of these ancient creatures, tired of life. As they entered the strange room, he suddenly felt more awake. There was something familiar with the faces...

Kels words stuck in Vargs head. A bew life; is that whatKel was trying to do? He got up to follow Kel, curious of where this was going.

Varg chuckled; "A stray... Never thought of it like that. I don't know, a home seems... Distant. But who knows, right? Life is long," he said, with a somewhat sad smile. He had felt Kel was someone who could truly understand the pain of a seemingly never-ending life, but he began to realize that...

Varg was surprised by his touch. But he didn't mind, not at all. "Well... For a long time, the company of my pack was all I needed. Life was simple. Wolves are routine-creatures. But then I met Serena." He paused for a moment, looking out at the water. "I suppose I became curious. I wanted to...

"You have walked this earth for so long, and you are still curious. How is that?" he said, and paused for a second, looking at Kel - he didn't wait for an answer. "You are perhaps the only thing I've been curious about for the past fifty years." He looked away. "This has all been so distant for...

"Go ahead," Varg said. "I don't eat much." They prepared the fire and the food. As they sat by the fire, the sound of insects and running water filled the night air. "This is interesting," Varg said. "You lead an interesting life." He looked at Kel.

Varg was a bit moved by their story, despite the darkness of it, he could see the joy and pride in his eyes as he spoke of her; it was obvious he cared a great deal about this human. She was more than his usual pet. He was hesitant by Vallas question, realizing that he could easily come off as...