Juryn has a minion!

Li, La and Ko the Ghost Rats

The screech of metal. Screaming. Chaos.
Then, nothing.

His eyes opened slowly. He blinked them a few times to clear the grime away. His nose twitched, and he tried to sit up. Everything was a blur; it was as if he'd awoken from a much-needed but a too-long sleep. He felt groggy, disoriented. He tried to straighten, but he fell over again. The world spun. He looked down.

A wolf's body was where his very human one should be. It took him a moment to realize what was wrong with what he was seeing. He had been experiencing the wolf dreams for so long, his brain merely accepted that this was another dream. But Juryn knew better. It was different. This wasn't an apparition, a trick of the mind. It was him.

The panic didn't take long to set in. Where was Ryna? The gasps of a drowning man echoed in his sensitive ears, and he tried to stand, but fell yet again. Ears laid against his skull, he closed his eyes and made himself as small as possible. He was dead, then. And alone. No one was here, in this chasm of mist.

His ears twitched as he mourned. A scuttling was heard, as if a pair of little clawed feet were scampering across a tile floor. Juryn opened his eyes miserably and watched as a single rat made their way towards him. Another followed out of the mist, and a third after. The three rats stopped about five feet from his muzzle, and watched him with golden beady eyes. No one moved.

Juryn huffed and let his eyes close again. A few seconds later, the little clawed paws perched themselves on his muzzle. He jumped, and his eyes shot open. One of the three was staring at him, it's nose twitching. "Why do you lay?" it asked.

"I lay because I am sad." Juryn replied. "I am sad because I am dead."

"Being dead does not have to be sad," the second rat said, it's front paws in the air as it perched on it's hind legs. "Who says being dead is always sad?"

"Death is the absence of life," Juryn explained. "What purpose is in death? Purpose is gone in death. I had purpose, and now I lay, without causality. There is nothing for me here."

"Says who?" The third rat asked, coming up to him. "If what you say is true, then you say we have no purpose. I think you are cruel." Juryn opened his maw, but the rat jumped atop it, silencing him. "We have purpose. Death is not an end, but an alternate road. There is much to do here. All that there is, is what you make of it, Wolf."

"Juryn," the wolf said. "I am called Juryn."

"I think Juryn has much purpose," the first rat said with a nod. The three looked at him as one, beady eyes wide, and Juryn smiled.

Now.

Juryn has since adapted to the afterlife. He runs where he can, always learning. Li, La, and Ko assist him. He is searching for a way back, to cross over. Before he finds this bridge, however, he must breach a barrier. His unconscious prevents him from acknowledging what it real and what isn't. Until he does this, he shall be ordinary. He will not attain his Dive form. If he does this, he can cross over and find Ryna. What he hopes to accomplish on our side, he doesn't really know. But he has to know.

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