My Side of the Story- [Collision]

It had been a long time since the lonely gentleman had been a part of a pack, more-so a family. Six long months, away from his family and away from the only wolf that he had ever loved, Blu. He couldn?t tell anyone why he left, the details were foggy even to him. The last details that he remembered from the life that he had once occupied were mere flickers. He had traveled a long way, and couldn?t begin to tell you where he had been. Occasionally flashes of his journey would invade his normally sound mind, and he?d lose himself in the horrors that he had experienced.

He looked to be a mere ghost of the wolf that had once proudly ran in the pack known as Valhalla. His fur was tight to his skeletal frame, and showed evidence of the hard life he had endured since his journey had begun. His eyes no longer sparkled with life, rather they were a dull reflection of what he used to be. He had turned six while on his journey, and the slight graying around his muzzle was starting to reveal the hardships he had endured and his age. His whole stance seemed to lack the confidence and the power that he had once felt, and if that wasn?t enough his mentality was even less stable.

His heart ached for the love that he had left behind, and the only thing that had drove him home was the hope to see her again. He hoped to apologize profusely, beg, anything to make her realize that without her he couldn?t see a point in living. She was the reason his eyes sparkled. She was his only reason to live. He had lost so much, and the pain that had once been mental had graduated into physical. There were moments when he hurt to breath. Moments when, he would curl up on the ground, and he couldn?t bring himself to stand up. He lacked the strength mentally and physically, to survive without Blu.

Throughout his journey, memories of his times with Blu, from the time that he first met the hesitant female, to finally having her open up to him, and show him just how beautiful she was. He loved her. If words weren?t enough he had helped saved her life, from her monsters of parents, if one could even call the demons, parents. They had abused the dame that he had fallen so deeply in love with, and that very thought made his body tremble with rage every time he thought of this.

Blu.. oh, Blu, where was his love now? Had she moved on? Had she found someone who wouldn?t abandon her without a founded reason?

He walked at a slow pace, panting as he went. The simple act of walking, exerted him. It was draining him. It took all that he had to put one foot in front of the other. Just another step, he told himself, it had become his mantra. His vision was unfocused, and he found himself leaning heavily against trees as his chest heaved. One more step?.

He had made it back to the old territory, where his home used to be only to see that it had been ravaged by a volcano. He had stayed on the fringe of the land, for a long while his heart breaking again. Did any of his family survive? It wasn?t until further away from the lands that he caught the faint scent of the packs that had called this devastated wasteland home. A small trickle of hope, light his heart and he followed it for days, until reaching the land that he finally stumbled upon.

A gentle summer breeze buffeted his ragged fur, and he felt his ears prick slightly. He recognized that scent, he was close to home. Home? The thought of home sent a gently spark through his worn and beaten body. Home? He lifted his head, and took a deep breath. The smell was stronger here, and he stopped just at it?s strength. Would the home that he had once lived in.. re-accept him? He sank shakily to his haunches, and lifted his eyes to scan the horizon. He sat there for moments, watching as the sun rose higher into the sky, and finally he let out a low and shaky howl with all the strength he had left. Then he prayed, prayed that someone would come. Prayed that it would be Blu. Prayed that he could come home.