Alone and Homeless
12-31-2014, 07:24 PM
The man had never been to the battlefields, had never desired to come here and now that he was here he would try his hardest to never return. His reason for coming now though was not to fight anyone, but rather to be claimed by someone, by anyone. With his home, Valhalla, gone Ravine had no where else to go and couldn't bring himself to chose between the various other packs. He didn't know anyone anymore, as far as he knew everyone that he grew up around was gone as he hadn't seen any of them since Valhalla's fall. His entire life was the great pack that had lasted through tragedy after tragedy. His friends and family had also called the pack home...but it was a home no more. Being an easy going wolf, he cared not what pack he joined just so long as they were not purely evil or purely good. Wolves who like to kill make him mad and to be honest a bit queasy with all of their blood and gore. However wolves who think they are all high and mighty because they are so perfect also make him want to barf all over their 'perfect' fur. Ravine grew up in a mixed alignment home, full of lawful and chaotic wolves both good and bad. Then there were the neutral wolves...like himself. The chaotic wolves had always been entertaining, unpredictable and occasionally accident prone, the black and white man had never once had issues with them. Yet even siting here in the blood stained field, Ravine was afraid he would be taken somewhere he would hate and to others that would hate him. A place that would try to make him be a warrior when all he wants to hunt, when all that his is good at is hunting. Where he couldn't be silly and happy go lucky, but would try to make him mean and bitter. He wouldn't know who to pick even if he wanted to anyway. He knew none of the packs but he would remain still so that someone could find him. Speech, |
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