broken record - [???]

[Romulus]

And like that, the curtains closed. The show had ended. The reign of the Malus founders had finished. Their sudden and tragic endings had thrown everyone into a loop, mystery and rage filling the minds of many. The children of Stryker and Ninazu were thrown aside and left to fend for themselves. One left to ascend to the throne, while another seethed in silence: Romulus Malus.

As the world raged on and life moved on, the lion found himself stuck. The intellectual beast had remained inside for the majority of his days, perusing through books and drowning away the thoughts that ascended. Even so, the problem remained. The grief was still there. No matter how many times he read through a passage, he would always stop to think mid-way and get engulfed in the darkness in his head, only to continue moments later while suppressing whatever came his way. It was an unhealthy habit. But it never stopped.

Word after word, passage after passage, Romulus was entrapped in his readings. An universe of his own manifested in his head to cope with what was left, only to indulge in his deepest desires. The shining light of hope reigned in his makeshift world... but like all stories, the darkness began to seep in. The once happy-go-lucky novella was exchanged for conflicting themes. Darker tones. Deeper meanings. Horror and clashing characters. The lion was spiraling low for once, taking a dive into the world his parents oddly embraced.

Romulus felt himself falling. He felt himself succumbing to the hell within his head, only to catch himself before he went too deep. After weeks in a state of disillusion, he finally broke free. Even so, he felt lost upon awakening from his self-induced trance. His head pounded. Eyes strained. Perhaps even ready to keel over. Who was once entrapped in a quiet world was now succumbing to the loud, stressful life around him. Reality, in short, was hell.

A groan escaped his maw as he rolled over onto his paws and carefully pushed himself to his feet. Weary, periwinkle hues breached through the opening of his small cave and locked with the grey clouds in the sky. His vision blurred, but he pushed himself into the light. Harsh heat plummeted downwards onto his multicolored pelt and he closed his eyes momentarily, taking a breath as he did so. The warmth of the early thaw was pleasing, but so was the sound of the crows on the trees above and the whispers that sounded from afar. Despite ignoring the Coalition of the Condemned and his own struggles for so long, it felt nice to get back into things.

With that in mind, he set off into the distance towards the soft ranting of a male. Paws sunk into the melting snow as he walked along and his ears remained perked, following the voice of a fellow wanderer. As he grew close, the voice stopped. Silence. Nothing. His eyes shot around to the treetops and the underbrush, finding not a soul. Romulus's gaze shot to the floor. The lack of pawprints in the snow unnerved him, causing his teeth to grind together. With a crane of his head, the lion looked out into the distance one last time, only to let out a soft huff. "Preposterous."

tl;dr the last paragraph states where he is now. your character will find romulus in the middle of the territory, seeming frustrated and confused. as for the rest, it merely explains his mentality and short disappearance during his grief. as for what this plot entails, i will not say