Paying Respects

"...And then you had to go and die on me... didn't you, you wolfy bastard..."

A solemn voice echoed across the base of the mountain that was so much rubble, a single man able to be seen against its landscape. Before him were two plates for serving Sake, but only one of them was still full. 'Man.... this body means that I need way more alcohol to be able to actually do anything..." He muttered off-hand, though his tone was neutral. "Ha... We're pretty helpless... aren't we, Enui...?"


His voice was a sad one now as he referred to the grave of his friend, marked only by a silver necklace of the crescent moon, held up by a spring of Wolvesbane. "This... stuff... is the most recent thing I have come across, from Japan. In that Eastern Land, they serve your alcohol is a plate... so enjoy the local custom, I guess." He continued, looking outwards. He was currently sitting, his thin silver hair gently moving about in the breeze as he looked down at the marker, one leg laying down on the ground with the other's foot pressing hard into the gravel below his feet.

"You stubborn bastard... why did you have to go and die on me like that..." A single strain of tears began to flow from the male's right eye, his hand gripping his knee that was pointed upwards as his eyes struggled to narrow, before he finally let out a strong sigh. "Well, my friend... I have kept my promise. No more have slender tails blinded me from my path... But even now, that path seems narrow. So very narrow... Narrow as the path to heaven, huh." He chuckled then, contemplating how few Werebeasts were left in these days.

"...Only one thing for it then, I suppose." He muttered, before turning his back to his friend's grave as he finally stood up, beginning to stretch. "This strange land... America... It is filled with despair. Everything is how it was five hundred years ago... and yet, humanity has been forced into subservience. Well then... I wonder how long it will take me to get myself killed trying to change this place. But you can rest in peace, Enui, my brother-in-arms..." His voice muttered as he walked away from that place, leaving both of the bowls.

"For I will not depart from this world without enough heirs to fight long and hard over my throne!"