I just wanna live
11-13-2015, 03:28 AM
What was he supposed to do now? His ambitions had come to a screeching halt with the fall of Hellstrom. How could this have happened? He'd promised himself after leaving behind his birth pack as they were overthrown by enemies and enslaved, he would never run from a fight nor let his comrades down again. Yet, he had failed. He couldn't even defeat one enemy to protect his home, and now he had nowhere to go. He didn't know where the wolves of the once-pack had dispersed to. He hadn't even gotten a chance to know most of them. What had become of them all? Where was their leader? He had thought Sin would have made an appearance in order to wrangle his followers after they'd shamefully fled the battlefield. But, he'd seen nothing of the man.
He'd also not seen Paradox, the sapphire-eyed, snowy-pelted demoness he'd had his cold silver eyes on. Had something happened to her before the siege, or had she simply abandoned her family? Would he ever find out what happened to her? So many questions rang through his mind, but there were no answers to be found. The wounds on his muzzle throbbed, and his beaten body was sore and stiff, fogging up his mind and causing him to wander without direction.
His curved nails clicked and scraped over the unique red stone. The rippling effect of the different layers of rock made him wonder if any moment he might plunge into a pool of red water. In reality, the landscape was dry and sturdy underfoot. Too bad it didn't offer much else but a curious view. His mouth felt dry and his throat parched. He sighed irritably. He'd have to do something different, change his course, look for food, anything... he just couldn't keep wandering alone like this. Pausing in his stride, he decided to take a seat - maybe stopping to let his eyes wander a bit would help him to decide what he would do next.
He'd also not seen Paradox, the sapphire-eyed, snowy-pelted demoness he'd had his cold silver eyes on. Had something happened to her before the siege, or had she simply abandoned her family? Would he ever find out what happened to her? So many questions rang through his mind, but there were no answers to be found. The wounds on his muzzle throbbed, and his beaten body was sore and stiff, fogging up his mind and causing him to wander without direction.
His curved nails clicked and scraped over the unique red stone. The rippling effect of the different layers of rock made him wonder if any moment he might plunge into a pool of red water. In reality, the landscape was dry and sturdy underfoot. Too bad it didn't offer much else but a curious view. His mouth felt dry and his throat parched. He sighed irritably. He'd have to do something different, change his course, look for food, anything... he just couldn't keep wandering alone like this. Pausing in his stride, he decided to take a seat - maybe stopping to let his eyes wander a bit would help him to decide what he would do next.