Possum Chowg's Head Canon

This depressing hypothetical tale has all been told from an old, reincarnated Torak's perspective. I thought of all of this back in June 2023...
Now, after Eostra was defeated, there wasn't much to worry about, at least in comparison to before. The people celebrated me, even the skeptics, and overall we had a good time. As Fin-Kedinn got old he offered to let me be the next Raven Leader, to which I declined... I was always a bit of a rogue, never so much a leader. For fuck's sake, I'm kind of clanless. And yes, the Wolf Clan still won't let me in.
Watching all my old fellows die was a saddening thing, of course, the people who taught me everything vanishing almost constantly. I wished all their souls a good farewell, of course, but it seemed to be of little use. Even Renn, who I... did some stuff with... didn't last as long. I was now fifty-six summers old, almost unheard of around here. The only one I ever remember being older is Saeunn.... I have no idea how old she was. And when my time began to come, Dark, who is unrecognizable grown up as a Mage, offered me to be reincarnated... by spirit-walking into a dead baby, a miscarriage, of all things!
Thus my second life began, and the strange cult following I now had continued to thrive. I was in a new body, yet the people all considered it the same old Torak on the inside. I ultimately ended up beginning a new clan in the High Mountains. We didn't even have a clan-creature, we were just called the Spirit Walker's Army. We kept good relations with the Ravens and nearby Mountain Hares, both major trading partners, and many Ravens intermarried with our new clan. Some of these freaks believed that I would somehow make them immortal, in some form. I realized I was becoming a coward by now; in my first life I was unafraid of death, but now I couldn't imagine it. And when I laid on my buckskin deathbed again, some crazy-ass brought me yet another dead baby. It was tough to get the baby to resurrect, considering my old age and waning strength, but I pulled it off, fueled by an excessive fear. I couldn't tell if it was my previous body or the baby's.
My third life was where shit started to get ugly. I had watched generations come and go, and it was truly sickening and tarnishing my soul, but I was finally beginning to accept that people would just keep dying, after all these years. The Ravens' great-great-grandsons and granddaughters would still take me out fishing and all, I was literally being worshipped like a god by the Spirit Walker's Army, but overall, I just had felt... empty. This weird and sinister method of immortality was making me into an empty shell. I was slowly being driven insane by all this. Nothing felt right, and it was all awfully maddening. At this point, if I told anyone I was the real Torak, nobody would believe me, due to this crazy attitude. And when I couldn't take it anymore, being around the age of forty long winters, I grew extremely paranoid. Not a whole lot of failed births at this point. At the height of my insanity, fearing that I would never find a new body, I gave into my old morals and choked a poor six-year-old to death, then entered his body.
Everyone saw me perform this horrid act, and suddenly, my whole following had rightfully turned against me. I fled for the Mountain of Ghosts, where I cheated death over a century ago, during my battle with the Eagle Owl Mage. In those caves on the mountain, I sat and despaired, waiting a good few days for my inevitable death, occasionally nibbling on a little snow here and there, I admit. I had actual great-great-great-grandchildren in multiple clans now. And thus did a long story end...
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