Since learning what this particular area of Reliquaer meant to Klaus, Orion found himself coming there more and more on his off days. Whether it was to feel closer to his alpha or maybe to better understand those who came before this pack, Orion didn’t even know truly himself. Did it really matter, though? No, I’m here now. That was all that really mattered.

At the corner edge of this particular graveyard, Orion stood with a small wash pale filled with items for cleaning the graves, his eyes searching out the particular names that had resonated so deeply with him since then. I should have made a map… Not that he knew last time just why Klaus had sent him there. Still. He could have drawn something or taken a picture with his phone or something. A thought for this time… Slowly starting to walk through the area, Orion hummed low in his throat. Name after name meant nothing to him specifically. Yellow eyes continued to flicker from one area to the next—

Finally, he found the start of them, Fenrir, the name or perhaps moniker of Klaus’s alpha before him. Bending down, Orion started to wash it mumbling softly more to himself than anyone around him. Once he had finished with that one, he rose and started to the next one. He did this for maybe three graves before the drizzle drew his attention upwards. A howl threatened in his throat. Orion suppressed it for a few seconds before finally giving in. “Awoo…” quieter than he could have given, but still something, a call to the spirits of the pack, perhaps.

It was while his head was directed in this direction, however, that Orion saw something… strange… Were those… feet? Legs? Hanging over one of the graves? Slowly walking over to it, he found that there was a person attached. Leaning over the grave, he tilted his head slowly to one side. “Pretty sure that’s sacrilegious…” he commented.

Orion’s lips parted and then immediately sealed. Oh… This was just as much mourning as whatever normal people did, he guessed, just a little … a little different. It still made him frown a bit watching the person lay back anyways. Eh…. It’s none of my business… Orion shifted from one foot to the other ready to turn and head back to what he had been doing only to freeze briefly at the mention of where he was standing.

Almost immediately, he was taking a couple fast steps sideways to stand in between this and the next grave. “Man it’s so hard to tell which goes where…” he mumbled reaching up to scratch the side of his head. His ears shifted flicking up in a wolfy form again conveying more of his expression than his face really did. “Someone should have organized this whole area better…”

Orion shifted a little, standing at an angle to the person still laying in the grass. A few strands of loose, wet green hair, would be pushed from his eyes very briefly as well. Reaching up, he rubbed over his own ears a little at the mention of them. “Yeah,” he answered snorting back. “It sort of just… comes out. A lot of the graves here are from old pack members, apparently.” His tone was just a bit distant as he said such things. Their strand of lycanthropy lived a long time and aged so very slowly. He had never met those who were buried here. He could only vaguely imagine what they were like from what Klaus had said. “Name’s Orion… by the way.” He figured since they were already talking, might as well.

From the corner of his eye, Orion watched the person pull themselves to standing. A small smile curled on his features back. Salem or Sarah… Salem today, though. A shapeshifter? Or someone along those lines, either way. He looked at the hand as it was presented and then slowly reciprocated the gesture. It was very human, very old fashioned, but it was something he was used to.

A small snort escaped from Orion as the mention of stereotypes came about. “I mean… “ Well, even Orion himself had brought in certain stereotypes when had come into the world and was bitten, but he had lived this life for so long that it didn’t even really matter to him now. “I guess I could call ‘em a coven if I wanted to offend the vampires.” He flashed a small, dry, cheesy expression before rolling his shoulders again. “Or a gang, or a famiglia, or any number of other things if I wanted to be more human.” A puff of air escaped from Orion at that. For as human as he had been for years prior to being turned, such things felt so distant to him now, as if that piece of himself no longer existed or mattered (or both).

A yellow eye flickered to the gravestone that Salem had been resting around. “An old friend, lover, family member?” he asked vaguely thereafter.

A master? Orion’s gaze flickered over the grave again as he listened to the explanation of what Salem was. Ah… His wolfy ears twitched a little before setting down on his head for a moment. For all his time spent in this world, Orion found it hard to believe that wish granting was… a real thing in one form or another. Everything in this place seemed to come with some price tag or otherwise. He guessed the limit of ‘three’ was kind of like one but ehhh…

“Kinda bitter sweet, I’d imagine?” he ask-assessed. “Getting to be free but then being left alone.” Orion blinked a couple of times realizing he may have spilled more of himself than actually given any kind of assessment. “Or I guess maybe not…” He quickly followed up with a shoulder shrug.

Orion’s eyes lidded a bit as Salem took his words at face value. Thousands of years… Orion couldn’t imagine it. He knew some creatures here lived for eons, but even in his current state, he still held years like humans did. The fact that his body didn’t change was a source of grief for him. He couldn’t…. imagine what it was like to be unchanging for eons. Tuned out.

“Huh…” Orion murmured a bit to himself. “I get that… I guess.” About as much as anyone else in his position could, probably. “This entire area feels so timeless and expansive… There’s not a place like it back where I was originally from.” Japan always felt so alive. Italy always felt so alive. Sure, he hadn’t experienced his entire world while there, but of the places he had been, there was none that felt quite like this. “Hah, I’m an outsider by the way.” As if that wasn’t already obvious enough with his previous statement.

A curious look came to Orion’s features as Salem spoke. “Would probably be hard to tell,” he agreed with a small shrug back. At the question, however, he fought the urge to and eventually gave in on the “Hi Hungry, no I’m Dad” comment. A sharp, dry, vaguely pained laugh came and went from Orion. Shaking his head a bit to clear it thereafter, he offered a dry smile. “But I could eat if yer offering.”

Offering. Actually, he kind of wondered about that. Yellow eyes raised and flickered around to the gravestones again. There were some that were clearly attended to even in this light misty-rain, and there were some with flowers and gifts laid out… But there was nothing that actually signified an offering that he knew of back home. Weird… Maybe he was just in the wrong patch for it, but… Maybe I’ll bring something back for them then…