Welcome To The Murder Party

Vulcan enjoyed the life of a loner, away from all the drama and shit that this world always seemed to bring around. It turned annoying to him. But even though he had all the freedom to do as he pleased, he sought purpose. To make a name for himself, one he should've gotten for a lifetime now. His crown was taken away from him, from his toes. Now an adult, he wanst going to let that happen, he wasn't an useless pup anymore.

But maybe it was better to start from the bottom in a pack, to gather experience. To work for it, he was ready to. And when the call of claiming a place echoed through the plaires, he was soon driven by it. Bringing his large frame to where he spotted a woman. "Greetings, I am Vulcan. And I seek purpose, a place to settle and be useful for once. Do you have room for me in your pack?" He asked, with serene eyes.

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