break me down

The weather seemed to sense the mood of the monster of a man who sat hunched near the top of the mountain where he had spent the last few years of his life. Tortuga. It was gone now. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered hearing of that, or at least that it had changed hands but Nnoitra and Desdemona were long gone, their scents cleansed from this land. It was their fault after all. They couldn't even protect their own boarders and she was dead because of them. The mother of his children, the only wolf he had really called a friend was dead. And yet he felt no remorse for not being there in the end for her. No. She had called for him in the end after all. Not Kylar. No, she had called for Kaios. After everything he had done to her, after everything he had done to their pack, to their family she had called to him in the end. It was unforgivable. Hatred and rage had begun to coil and twist within him that day as he had kicked her lifeless body into the grave he had dug for her. Since then it had begun to rot him from the inside out. Once sleek and and well groomed man was now disheveled, pelt lack lustre and matted from lack of care. He hated life, he hated himself and everyone around him. Muscles were contracting and rippling beneath pelt as he stared down at the grave he had dug almost a year ago before leaving to Ludicael. But then Jupiter had disappeared and that was it, it had been the straw that had broke the camels back. He had left. But now he was back. He had to finish what he had started.

Speech!