A Game of Thrones (Desire�)

His paws had a bad habit of trying to run away from his body, carrying him away and off to new heights, different and strange places. It was something that would only be calmed when he had a home, a place, to replace what he had in Kingslanding and more generically Westros. His eyes held a soft tint to them as he headed through a dark forest, the trees old and creepy as the wind whistled between them. It reminded him much of the Wall, which was a giant ice wall formed by spirits to protect them from the packs of the north who were vicious and cruel. His personal idea on the subject was to let them come so the warriors, the men, the women, they could all prove they were the strength that held the empire together rather than the few who played the Game of Thrones, they were insignificant.


He gave his head a slight shake as he pushed off from where he sat in the woods and towards the south. He wanted to feel warmth again before he died and with winter fast apporaching he feared it might not happen, especially if the winters in Alacritis were as horrifying as the ones backin Westros, it could very well be his last winter. His search had not and would not cease until he found what he sought out. He sought to be a powerful man, though he did not want to be a leader who was weighed down with responsibilities. No, he wanted to be a man of integrity, duty, honor, honesty. His mind had formulated a plan to be a second in command, perhaps even a secondary alpha as he would not be too weighed down. Most of all, the man would be a guardian.


His mind had wandered off into space but had soon recovered as soon as he heard the faintest rustling against the wind, his stomach rumbled slightly when the soft and sweet scent of a squirrel caught his muzzle. He softly licked his lips as he crouched forwards towards the prey that would soon become his meal. His eyes had the intent to kill written all over him as the prey caught his scent and ran... but he was faster. He leapt and landed on the animal's tail before he killed it with his sharp and yellowed canines. He sat down as he started to greedily chew down on his dinner. The moon was starting to rise and the sun was starting to set.