ghost's come back to haunt you

Betrayed by his own hand-picked crew. The irony, right?

Since the moment he'd woken, lain before a thick trunk, the memories haunted him, never to vanquish from his mind. 

The deadwood reapers had been his own creation. Everyone that had followed him had been family or friend, all of them bound by a sacred blood oath. But they had all betrayed that oath, and he paid the price for it.

Groggy and stiff, the rolled his body away from the gargantuan tree trunk and unsteadily rose to his feet. Everything hurt like a bitch. But who would expect awakening after a near century long slumber not to be?

The ghostly-furred man felt out of place. His skin prickled at every turn, lip ready to lift and flash teeth at anything or anyone that dared cross his path. While he wasn't the biggest of assholes, he wasn't exactly the most welcoming presence either. Deep scars still ran along his skin, some hidden by his fur, while others not. One more prominent ran along his left eye, that somehow still had nearly perfect sight. It frightened many. But it was only the beginning of a tale that told of many victories and few losses. His biggest loss being his untimely execution...

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Callahan reawoke in his grove, but something felt off. He had found Maisy and Dara some time ago, met some feller, and had felt his life was fallin' into a good place. Cal had a family again, even if it were only two members of the gang, but he had them with him. He had a purpose to live and now. Now, it was gone. Cal was alone again; this time, he wasn't sure it'd be fixed.

Callahan ambled through the golden fields without purpose, unsure what to do with himself. He was a man driven by purpose, but what was he supposed to do without it? What could he do alone? How would he continue to survive without his family to protect.

While the man went about the meadow, focusing on his thoughts and looming fears, he hadn't noticed the pale figure traipsing in the distance.

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somewhat short but will be longer <3

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This place was vast, strange. Yet not too different from his home in the deadwoods. 

Or, his previous home, anyways.

Shifting his gaze to and fro, he eventually spotted a brown, bear-like figure ahead. Nostrils flaring, he picked up his pace, intent on figuring out just who it was, and why they were here. Or, more like, how they'd gotten here. He wasn't even sure how the hell he'd gotten here himself. 

“You there! Git on over here!” He demanded with a booming voice, the command flowing naturally. He had questions, and like it or not, this wolf would answer them.

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