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The dark furred behemoth wandered about the region alone. It had been several days since the giant's inner demon had returned to it's slumber, the beast laying dormant somewhere just below the surface, coiling itself into a black pit of rot and decay around the man's soul, eating away at it until all that remained was a shell surrounding what had come to be thought of by many as a monster. The moon had gone through a complete cycle since the day that Greed had so kindly asked the male to leave, and since then, the beast had unleashed hell on earth, and tormented the mans soul. He was out of control, and he knew it, but he was so, desperately alone. Wolves were social creatures, caring for and protecting the ones that were close to them, yet one way of another, the behemoth beast knew that he always had, and he always would, find himself alone. Perhaps his solitude was some sort of retribution from the gods for abandoning his birth pack and cursing his family name, or perhaps it was the sins he had committed while under the rule of his father, but one thing now was certain; that whatever the cause, the sins he had accumulated thus far would never be cleaned of him, lest his own blood be spilled. He knew it, deep down, and still something deep inside the dark pits of his heart urged him to live on, to keep pushing forward, to keep sinning. He wanted to ignore it. He ventured as close to their territory claim as he dared, he knew where the patrol routs were and he stayed beyond those borders, but still he somehow felt like he was close to them. As the scarred up male wandered, one of the crystalline lakes came into view through the trees, and then, a silhouette, dark and light, shrouded in an energy that he knew apart from any other. River... The male spoke, his voice a relieved sigh as he breathed her name, wanting to get closer as he approached, his tail swaying slowly, wanting to finally have a moment with someone who he knew had cared about him, who he thought hadn't wanted him to leave. | |||
Lux Einar Nothing really matters. Anyone can see, Nothing really matters to me. |
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