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As peculiar events transpired, Credence's beliefs, too, began to alter in their rigidity. Many among the Tundes spoke of spirits- the essence of the dead returned- and few were spared from the sightings of ghostly visages.
And Credence found no way to explain the phenomenon. Perhaps that was factual for many of the more enigmatic happenings that had occurred prior.

It left him wary. Suddenly to venture out during evening's embrace no longer contained the same appeal it once had.
Yet, the Tundes remained and as such, it became what Credence clung to no matter the hardships and anomalies that rose.

The pack delivered a tremendous sense of safety, and within that, there were slivers of comfort, of ease. As he had before the rift, Credence followed Osirus and that connected him to a past before everything seemed so very out of control.
Through all the deaths, all the mysterious circumstances, his loyalty stayed steady.

So, while life became more and more unpredictable, such loyalty never changed, and for that familiarity, he was grateful.
There was normality to it, a fluidity. A routine.

When Osirus's whereabouts became unknown, Credence was among those who rapidly grew on edge even from the very beginning. Certainly, this need not necessarily be an omen of ill to come?
However, as the days passed, worry grew and Credence began to question that line of thought.

When news spread that Osirus was found dead near the shores of Melusine lake.
It would be worth several days of travel to return his body to the pack so they may lay him to rest within the dense foliage of the Ithunwood.

A storm rolled on the skies and during his listless wandering Credence was caught in the maw of it, rain soaking him to the bone.
Where were they to go now? As clashes of thunder boomed and lightning spread like webbing across the sky, a realization dawned upon Credence.

Despite the well of loyalty he once maintained, he wavered at the thought of attending the vigil when it came.
To face reality so felt like a burden he could not bear.
And inside, he felt nothing but utter disgust.
He would not attend, and he would abhor himself for it.

souls gained: --uuuh, will add up when able.

Description
As peculiar events transpired, Credence's beliefs, too, began to alter in their rigidity. Many among the Tundes spoke of spirits- the essence of the dead returned- and few were spared from the sightings of ghostly visages.
And Credence found no way to explain the phenomenon. Perhaps that was factual for many of the more enigmatic happenings that had occurred prior.

It left him wary. Suddenly to venture out during evening's embrace no longer contained the same appeal it once had.
Yet, the Tundes remained and as such, it became what Credence clung to no matter the hardships and anomalies that rose.

The pack delivered a tremendous sense of safety, and within that, there were slivers of comfort, of ease. As he had before the rift, Credence followed Osirus and that connected him to a past before everything seemed so very out of control.
Through all the deaths, all the mysterious circumstances, his loyalty stayed steady.

So, while life became more and more unpredictable, such loyalty never changed, and for that familiarity, he was grateful.
There was normality to it, a fluidity. A routine.

When Osirus's whereabouts became unknown, Credence was among those who rapidly grew on edge even from the very beginning. Certainly, this need not necessarily be an omen of ill to come?
However, as the days passed, worry grew and Credence began to question that line of thought.

When news spread that Osirus was found dead near the shores of Melusine lake.
It would be worth several days of travel to return his body to the pack so they may lay him to rest within the dense foliage of the Ithunwood.

A storm rolled on the skies and during his listless wandering Credence was caught in the maw of it, rain soaking him to the bone.
Where were they to go now? As clashes of thunder boomed and lightning spread like webbing across the sky, a realization dawned upon Credence.

Despite the well of loyalty he once maintained, he wavered at the thought of attending the vigil when it came.
To face reality so felt like a burden he could not bear.
And inside, he felt nothing but utter disgust.
He would not attend, and he would abhor himself for it.

souls gained: --uuuh, will add up when able.