The time was nearing. Stepping onto new lands, the hell hound sought to find a place of solace, a place that would bring in thoughts to his twisted mind. It had been quite a while since he roamed, havign disappeared for a few weeks in his quest. Did he dare tell anyone? No. It was not their business, he would not let anyone stop his plans. He could care less one way or another about what others thought, much less those of Glaciem. They were lazy, did nothing to benefit the pack. All bark and no bite. It irked him, irritated him to no end that he even considered joining in the first place. His father gave him no recognition, and so he would give none back. He was his own demon, none could compare...
He climbed up the rocky teeth of this nightmarish place, a place that could so easily tear apart the souls of the blind and the hearts of the weak. Would this be the place where he would rule? The place where he could rent asunder the souls of those who opposed him? Only time would tell. Sharpened claws scraped on rocky ground, venomous amber eyes narrowed as the midday sun shone brightly above. His pelt warmed up considerably, and to him it felt much better then the Northern Province. A smirk landed upon his face as he leaped from rock to rock, until finally he was standing on a ledge overlooking a considerable amount of land. Tail held high over his back and his stance that of dominance, he threw his head back and called. His howl summoned those who had previously said they would follow him to greatness. He only hoped that they would keep to their word, if not...they would surely regret it. For Sin never forgot a face.
