A Life of Arctic Sounds
The golden man walked silently through the snow dusted field, pale grass peaking out from the blanket of white. these were new lands, much different from the ones he had come from. it was if they were...wilder. he held his head high in the frigid air, nose twitching with each heavy step. the man had been walking for days before coming across the sea of snow and brush, and he was very tired. he glanced up to see a crow or two circling overhead, but other than that it was if he was alone. he sat slowly, lowering his bottom to the frozen ground and wrapping his thick tail around his paws.
the sun shone down with fading rays, the dim heat no match for the heartless wilderness. he shuddered, despite the season the air here was much colder. he had heard from a lost friend that there were other wolves here, at least four packs, neither were his particular destination but to see another face would be comforting in at least the slightest. he could almost say he was lonely; but lonely wasn't a word in Draugur's dictionary. he cackled to himself, the shrill cry ringing out throughout the vast emptiness, birds fleeing from their perch on the crushed grass. Draugur was not lonely...he was...bored. the taste of blood was one that had not filled his mouth for quite sometime, let alone the blood of a wolf. a sick grin appeared on his lips as he stood, shaking his thin fur out wildly, creating a cloud of white around him.
he was a sick dog, a partial result of the mange that had struck him almost 3 years ago. he had never been quite the same boy after that. in fact, the year after his second birthday was what had the most effect, the first months on his own, the creatures he had met. It wasn't as if he was no longer himself, he had just changed. the wolf he was now was the demon he would always be; he almost liked that...He took off once more, picking up a lazy trot. his feet fell heavily upon the earth, creating heavy foot prints on the surface of the frozen meadow. He didn't care, let the beasts track him. it would either be that, or him finding them first; in reality it didn't matter much, especially not to him. Let them come. he thought, muscled legs carrying him off towards the distant treeline.
this is the first time he had been truly alone since he was but a boy. he couldn't quite remember what had caused him to grasp this fate, he just knew that this is what it was and that was what was then. His mind was simple, not dull, just simple. Rarely did his decisions or actions become complicated. this was quite a perk for him, living on his own and all. Draugur wasn't in search of family these days, that was never his main quest. stumbling upon one wouldn't be harmful, but it wasn't the most important thing on his mind.