Sounding the Seventh Trumpet

The lands were dark, brave, and mysterious and they held many secrets. So did the wolves who lived there and he intended to track a pack of them down to join and serve under. So much time I've wasted. That I truly never thought it would really come to this. Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the face. Reality. You never stopped to think and you ripped us apart. How could you? Now our time is gone but now it's breaking my heart. Tears run down as I think of the days we've had, And the memories will last forever, But you and I have died and gone our separate ways. His thoughts were mellow and depressing, and he knew not that his parents, or adoptive parents at least, were not his true parents. He had always wondered what the different coloration in his fur, compared to his mother?s, had meant. It almost made him wonder if he was truly her little one like she had always called him.


The different might of each shadow was no match for Datura. A kick in the teeth was good for some and a punch with a fist was better than none. He had learned that through training in combat with the man he called father, the man that had raised him as his own son. He even had their last name, despite his real last name actually being Rev. Datura Rev had been born, and now, it was Datura Silesta in his place. He was a grown man, and he did not even understand his lineage. He was determined to figure it out.