Judas. That one word, his name, was the only thing he knew. He didn?t know where he came from. He didn?t know what he had done in his life. Just that one word, tethered his sanity to his life. Some would think that the chance to start anew would be a gift- one that shouldn?t be looked at with such loathing. These people were na?ve, and hadn?t a clue as to what it was really like, to remember nothing. He couldn?t remember his family; his mother, his father. Did he have siblings? Did they miss him? He had been wandering the lands of Alacritis, for a few days now, after washing up on the shore. A passing loner or two had mention packs to him, and though Lucidael sounded as if it could be promising, he hadn?t decided against any of the others.
Wide cream colored paws had brought him South, and to slightly warmer weather, than that that he had been greeted with in the northern territories. In the distance ahead of him he saw a strange sight, which had him turning towards it. Something shiny was glinting in the sunlight, and he lowered his head towards it sniffing curiously. The scent was strange, but seemingly familiar, like most things the memory as to what it was, was just out of grasp. Cyan colored eyes stared at the strange object, before realizing that the ground was littered with several strange things. Pieces of these things jutted out of the ground in various places, and he noted that they didn?t seem to belong as he wandered between the items.
Looking up from the ground, he suddenly realized he wasn?t alone in the clearing. Another wolf was there. His head raised, ears pricking forward with interest, cream colored jaws parted and his soft baritone voice left him. ?Hello there!? He called quietly, with a slightly warm edge to it. His tail wagged gently behind him, and a small smile appeared on his mouth. He walked a little more towards the wolf, before slowing to a halt a respectful distance away from her. He stood levelly noting that another one of the strange objects was near his foot. Turning his head, he looked at it, before again looking at the figure waiting to see if she would respond to him or simply go about her way. He hadn?t met any wolves formally in this land, and had just taken directions in passing from strangers. Perhaps this conversation could be his first real conversation and maybe it?d give him some insight as to who he was.
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