Nothing But A Shadow

N/A · 11-16-2015, 11:55 AM

So his pack had been lost, falling in a battle that he was not part of. Perhaps for the better it seemed, considering two of their members were claimed for the other side. Not to mention Enigma's rather... unfortunate wound. Did Forsaken feel guilty? Yes. They were his family and he had let them down. But the young man had been more worried about stalking after Squirrel and the kids, securing their retreat, then participating in the battle. It was only once the others had cross into Donostrean territory that he left them, and by the time he got home the battle was over. There was blood everywhere... and... a shattered, lost hope.

Forsaken felt bitter, angry about what had happened. The son of the white devil moved across the lands with little purpose however. Just because he was sore didn't mean he had to go and attack every random stranger he saw, now did it? But did that mean he was in a good mood? No, far from it.

Paws lead him on, his expression one of brooding. He would cross into mountain territory, until finally up ahead he saw a man. A shadow of a man, old yet seemingly still strong. Forsaken would approach the man with a sharp look in his golden eyes, his words coming out smooth and almost soft. "Say old timer, what's on the agenda?" The man didn't smell of a pack. Was he unfortunate too? Or was there another reason perhaps?

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