HE'S SO BAD BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL | PRIVATE

[Ilijas]

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If Ilijas was being honest, he felt little to no allegiance to any group in particular. It was people who he was loyal to, and within the Typhoon, there had been none that piqued his interest. Admittedly, he felt as if something was missing from his life- some puzzle piece that he had managed to misplace on accident. It frustrated him to no extent but it wasn't like he could exactly do anything to fix it. He knew too little about himself - about his purpose in this world - to even attempt to try to assemble the fractured memories of his past life.

And so he wandered day in and day out, letting his paws carry him closer and closer to the Ascendants. He didn't know why he was drawn to the territory, just that it felt as if fate was beckoning him in, urging him to abandon all else in attempt to perhaps understand himself better.

He just hoped that he was received well.

Ilijas was a naturally skilled fighter somehow but possessed no desire to engage in unnecessary combat.

It wasn't his style.