Scars Across My Face [Evelette]

Life was a fickle thing, it seemed that a moment could pass by as the fastest thing in ones life or it could drag on in a torturous eternity. Life was also complicated. Emotions, hurting someone?s feelings. Yes, life was simpler if one viewed it rationally, and ignored all the emotional bullshit, well, life was easier. Coarse, yes, but easier. The massive brute hadn't had the easiest lot in life, and the scars that covered his massive frame gave life to that evidence. He had lived in many different lands, but the one that he had most recently stumbled upon was perhaps one of the most beautiful, and one of the most diverse.

He was searching for a new home, somewhere that hadn't been ripped apart by war preferably, yet somewhere that he could still be useful. He knew nothing of these lands so far, and had avoided any and all encounters with other wolves. The longer he spent here, he gradually relaxed, and accepted that as long as he stayed out of marked territory, perhaps the wolves would be peaceful here. His muscles remained tense, and he?d freeze at the sound of anything out of place in the forest life. War had done severe and irreparable damage to his ability to trust and his ability to relax.

At the moment, the middle-aged wolf was walking slowly across the land, till he found himself at the bank for a small stream. He lowered his head, and took a good long drink before looking up and around him. The lands were beautiful here, and they had promise to be a good home for wolves. He padded away from the stream, working his way steadily around the banks of the streams. A rough breeze ripped through his fur, and he titled his head as he scented the air. Someone was here.