everybody loses it -

In the pouring rain, a rock garden wasn't a place most wanted to be. It was dark and slippery, not exactly safe. Seraph recognized that fact and took advantage of the opportunity to have his alone time. Plus, he loved a good thunderstorm. The chaos and darkness, the sadness associated with it. He felt it was a reflection of his personality. He didn't bring much light or happiness into the world, and that was just how he liked it.



His large form stood amidst the rocks and foliage, rain soaking his pelt and pooling around his paws. Face turned skyward, eyes closed gently, Seraph basked in the flashes of lightning around him. Thoughts were filling his mind and it was hard to keep them straight. He liked the land. He hoped he wouldn't see anyone. He needed to be alone. He needed companionship. What is wrong with me? Seraph singled out this last thought and contemplated it. He knew he didn't want companionship from any other creatures. He didn't want female companionship. He didn't need friends. Then what?



Seraph only liked one thing - pups. He couldn't explain it. How could such small, helpless wolves be the one thing that avoided his contempt for everything in the world? He was always willing to play with them, to talk to them, to watch them; but whenever he got within one hundred feet of another adult wolf, he instantly felt angry and frustrated. He wanted nothing to do with other wolves, but a part of him desperately wanted children of his own to be with all of the time. What am I thinking? "Here, let me knock you up then only spend time with the children while I kick you to the curb like a common whore." No one would ever agree to an arrangement like that. No female would be okay as the one night stand of a wolf who hated them for simply existing.



A sudden sound brought Seraph out of his ridiculous thoughts. Lids snapped open, ears swiveled, green orbs peered out into the darkness through sheets of rain, searching for the source.