Filling The Void
07-15-2015, 06:13 PM
Height & weight:39" & 150 pounds The tall male had been lingering here on the edge of the river. His red eyes saw nothing and everything. The wind ruffled his fur, the water rushing nearby no more then background feedback as he tried to think of what had happened to get him where he was. The wound he had woken with upon washing up on the shores here, no longer ached but had begun to scar over. His face was now scarred, the wound had been deep but luckily his vision was still intact. Who had done it to him? Who'd dare scar his left eye and leave him near the brink of death? It was a question he couldn't find the answer to. His memory of the events that led up to that seemingly disappeared. Maybe I hit my head on some rocks while I was out... It wasn't like him to forget things like that, but for some reason he just couldn't remember.
No matter. He'd figure it out someday, maybe something would jog his memory. He'd continue to think about it, wondering if things here would be different or if the wolves were the same. He hadn't made many allies where he came from, but then again he wasn't really much for friends. |
