The day had chased him into the night. The shadows hissed at the beast as he emerged with an air of pride and confidence. He would never let the endless shadows claim his torn heart, just like his disgraceful sister. He was a reject. An outcast. So was his sister. He couldn't help but to think about how screwed his life was. A dominant father, a blood-hungry sister, a dead ancestor that puts shame on Dusk's name...what else could go wrong? Everything was. He belonged nowhere.
Paws lead the lumbering black brute by the shore, his blood-stained and exhausted paws flicking the sparkling azure water. His tongue was stained with salt. Glimmering orbs of wisdom scanned the endless shore across from him. He was alone. Just him and his bloody ancestors. Oh how they wickedly despised him so much. Through the stars and galaxies, they were probably watching him right now. Watching his every paw steps. Talking amongst each other. Creating his destiny. But there was something the endless stars, galaxies and parallel universes could not change. Because he was making his own destiny. No-one could change that. He ruled his future.
Traveling with content, the man kept by the shore, until his ears heard the sound of splashing. With his eyes examining the dark lands, he spotted another wolf refreshingly dancing into the shallow waters. Someone else! He was not alone! With sophistication, he picked up his pace, flicking the warm sand. He called out to the other life, the words leaving his jaw smoothly with his usual deep tone.
"Greetings!"
"Speech"
