It had really been a long journey for the male; from fighting for his life... To slavery under the men of Moss toned skin. There was so much... So much pain and suffering. Why was he alive? Why did he still live after all that anguish? Every memory was a thorn covering the resting place of the once strong willed male. The joy was gone... It was all grey. The color would take time to paint itself but for now... He had one bit of color on the grave of his past. A single flower in the light of the dead flowers. Hoping to blossom next to a black rose. The very rose of a memory that was made when his other half became a reality.<br/><br/>His mind was stricken as all he wanted to do was cry, build up to the explosion of tears. Weep for all the loss and pain he had suffered. The cub form had been a biproduct of his childhood being forced from him. Being ripped apart from the truth he once had. Before it all. His heart arched as her manna pushed into his soul making the tears flow over his cheeks in a slow movement. As he listened the tears broke through the veil of the warrior. Lifting his hands, Ra'nek hid his face as he cried with his soul. Crying as he let it all out.<br/><br/>His chest hurt as he cried it all out. Chittering sobs crept from his form as he just let go. She was right. He'd learn but he was glad he was safe. Once he had cried till he could no longer he looked up to the sky and thanked the heavens for the blessing he was given after so long.