Skill: Hunter
Ever since Sølvi's disappearance, he had not been the same. It was hard enough coming to terms with having murdered his own grandfather - justified though it may have been - but without her, without the sun, without the light she shed, there wasn't any meaning to the world at all.
There was no plan - no purpose - but he watched as the skies grew heavy.
And then the clouds inexplicably plunged toward earth.
He moved with a terrible urgency, as though his own limbs were too slow to carry him forward. The others felt it - the heat, the fury - like a wrathful storm forcing its way through the small gathering of strangers. Alder did not look at them, did not speak to them, carving out his own space as he shoved brusquely past anyone unlucky enough to impede his progress; his shoulders were great battering rams, his gaze smoldering embers, and all the while a hot fire burned in his chest.
Farther ahead, beneath a cluster of scattered trees where dark clouds finished their descent with eerie purpose, he watched in rapt attention as the herd of strange blue deer slowly materialized out from the fog.
It was easy, so easy to regress into who he had been before She.
Fuck the Plague. Fuck this weird blue herd.
He wondered if they were blue on the inside, too -
- and ran forward with fangs bared to find out.
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- Alder is not actually Inuyasha, despite the evidence
