@wallaberryDem sits at his home. After Fabine left, their parents had left their home to their second son. They died a few years back, and now the house was Dem's. He looks around the house and exhales softly, hating how big the house felt with no one else. He then gets to his feet and heads into the kitchen to get a snack. He runs his hand over the walls, wishing his parents had changed the wallpaper, the owl and tree design was such a horrible decision on their part, and he could never tell them why he wanted it to be changed back when they were alive. They died never knowing either son could shift.
Dem had found out a few weeks prior that he could shift, and that spurred his desire to seek out his brother. But lawyers and legal issues about his brother not being dead, therefore the house belonging to him had kept Dem at home. The house wasn't a mansion, but it was fairly large, and Dem's parents had left him a large sum of money, so he could afford a good lawyer. Finally, he had won the case and the house was his.
Now he could go search for his brother and not worry about the government taking his house from him.
He makes himself a few sandwiches and packs a few bottles of water into a small backpack. He then grabs one of his and Fabine's favorite snacks, dried salmon, from the cupboard. He'd been saving this and hoped it would help relate to his brother after all these years.
He looks around the small home before heading out the door, determined to find his missing brother. He locks the door behind him and sticks the key in his pocket before strolling down the street. He waves a greeting to his neighbors as he passes them, heading north, which was the direction he was pretty sure that Fabine had flown off that day he disappeared. But that was years ago...so Dem didn't hold much hope for actually finding his brother.
Several hours later, Dem reached the edge of his hometown. A large forest stood in front of him, stretching far into the distance. He exhales, glancing behind him before heading into the trees. He glances around as he walks. The forest was secluded enough, it made sense that might be where his brother would end up. It also smelled nice too. Some sort of flowers were scattered here and there. Dem didn't know plants. But he did recognize some oak trees, so that was...something, right?
He shakes his head, deciding to stop worrying about stupid trees and continue looking for his brother.
Several more hours passed and Dem was getting tired. Tired of walking, tired of looking for someone who obviously didn't want to be found.
He slows his pace and put his head in his hands. "Oh Dem, you foolish child!" He growls to himself, hitting his palm against his forehead in frustration. "You're never going to find him at this pace." He then kicks a rock in anger and irritation. Who was he to think he could actually find his brother after all these years??
He groans as pain shoots up his foot. He grumbles and glares at the rock, before shaking his head and continuing to walk. He'd gotten this far and wasn't going to give up no matter how hopeless it all seemed.
Eventually, he reaches a dense part of the forest, where the trees grew closer together. He stopped and took a swig of water, surveying the area around him. It didn't look different from the previous part of the forest...but it felt different. It felt....tenser.
Shaking his head, Dem returned the water bottle to his backpack and continued walking.
Through the trees Dem could see smoke rising from the trees far ahead. Which was weird. Only a few spots had the smoke, so it couldn't be a forest fire. Maybe people? People could mean Fabine!
Dem grins and quickens his pace to a brisk jog, deciding this wasn't a waste after all.
More hours passed and Dem could see the source of the fire up ahead. It looked like a camp, with three or so fires in the center. He was about 100 yards away, and could make out a circle of...tents? Dem creeps forward, keeping to the shadows. He could hear voices, and make out the sound of people moving around inside the camp. He frowns and reaches the edge. He glances around before lowering himself to his stomach and crawling forward through one of the bushes surrounding the camp.