Coming Home

Dull illusions slowly swirled within his vision, causing the creature to begin to see what was truly there to haunt him. Shadows began to dance within the moonlight, there slow demonic wisps swirling within the light. Reaching for him with ghastly fingers. He had done this to himself; the slow crippling of the mind, such primal need. At least now he knew there was no one there who could save him, who could help, who could tell him how to face his bitter ravenous half. The silence had only seemed to let him crave for better times. Though it seems that the brightest minds weren't always able to save. It was hard to comprehend, how such creatures could over take him with ease. Perhaps now he was staring death in the eyes again. To attempt to fight alone. Breathe in, breathe out. It all serves as repetition. Though within these crippled thoughts of vague memories and hauntings past it always seems that they keep trying to infest him with plagues. To scramble his thoughts to leave him questioning everything. Leaving him stranded with no tools to survive, just impulses to carry him away. Unable to conform to the boundaries they had set. They begin to bring him down, these demonic wisps, to his belly almost to let the dark ones face him. Never to forget, knowing now that he won't get to battle the ghosts that overpower his soul. The trials forced him to see; Now that it's clear that the choice was never his to make, he slowly began to idle his lungs almost tempting them to take him away, just almost. Though to understand is to accept that fear is just a part of this life so he will never let it chase him away. The slow dim light that is retained within the vessel known as Brokk had drifted; His fiery eye's dim as his thoughts drew him from this world. All the while he remains condemned to the rules of this universe; Commence your journey and give in to your fate. Now let me show you what it truly means to be alive.

Slow as the nights still wind a scent had penetrated the wolf's nose, stale and earthy like that of a nomad. Hesitantly did the beast return from his mental state, the bright glowing fire returning to his heated golden gaze, though the only thing that drew to the others existence was the subtle movement of the lower hanging branches that creaked and rattled in protest, ears slowly swiveled forward. Allowing the other wolf to know that the beast had heard it. Upon further investigation Brokk had discovered the scent that whirled feverishly within his nose was female. Golden fiery gaze bore into that of the inky darkness that swirled within the shadows. Gaze narrowed, attempting to unhinge the female that stalked him. It's tones lingering on the edge of his sanity. "Who is it? Who's out there? Come out here this instant." Still he sat, silent, features stoic as he studied the distance between he and the creature that lurked in the shadows. A low growl rumbled deep within his chest, an audible warning to the female before him to tread with caution. He had no real way to indicate his presence other then the deep rumble that left his chest briefly. A bark would be to crisp to alerting to his location. Too careless.