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To be alone was never something a born pack wolf could truly get used to. For the first time in nearly a year, Jaden found himself remembering the depressing power that came with knowing one was utterly alone. Last night he’d left Ichika and his only friend in the world. His violent habits were no longer their problem. For the time being he would become a problem for Salsola. When he finished seeing the goals of this somewhat noble group through, he would leave this land and get lost in the world. To where wasn’t important. Survival was his only foreseeable future goal.
Leaving Ichika had not been something Jaden ever wanted to do. It had been his home and his life. But peace wasn’t something he could support. Violence and death either always seemed to find him or were something he caused directly. Just the fact that he approached this group and joined them was proof enough of just how well he could keep himself out of trouble. For Ichika, he was simply a liability. There was enough love for that pack and its wolves in him that he could see it.
His title from before Ichika was the only thing he had left now: Assassin. It described his skills in enough detail. But a new title didn’t take the scent from his fur. His last effort to protect his former pack to draw their smell from him the night he left. He re-dyed his whitened fur into a glorious shade of blood red and the transformation from pack wolf to loner was complete.
Jaden approached the large, oddly shaped rock where his comrades had decided to meet on two legs. His dark forearms where shielded by blackened metal gauntlets and upon his back rested a bow, quiver, and plenty of arrows. The assassin was dressed for the occasion and he wore his weapons and armor menacingly. Around him, he could see and sense all sorts of canines who gathered for the assault. His blue eyes stopped to admire a wicked looking scythe that made him miss his dagger. The loss of his blade didn’t matter though. A dark attitude that seemed to bleed into the air around him was enough. The man didn’t need any more than what he had to be deadly.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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