In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
I don't know how I did not remember about this, then again, I have not worn that in over a couple of months so … I must have gotten complacent in my own right. I think so anyway.
Well, there is nothing I can do about that except that they are all staring at Altair right now, suspicious and very, very concerned. I did not tell them that he knows. I don't think I had the time to, nor did I think it was important enough for them to know.
High Priest Fryer looks slightly amused while Comet is looking very worriedly at Nova and, well, he is the biggest problem at the moment.
Nova is glaring so hard at Altair, who could not be bothered to even turn to them, I feel like his eyes are going to pop right out of his sockets.
"Altair."
"What?" he asked, not even paying attention to the man that called him. "Can't you see I'm busy talking to Orion?"