Things were not going well. I had been a part of a secret society, accepted into it and what has to happen? A damn disaster has to burn them all down, and I could do absolutely nothing to save them, after all the effort I had gone through. Pack life, I was beginning to realize, was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I mean, I was used to existing within large groups but they never once meant anything to me. Pack society is a little different than what I'm used to, it's rather sad that the disaster ended it all before I could really sink my fangs into it. How did I end up here anyways? Somehow I'm not so sure anymore, but something about the way the land has changed bothered me. It made me almost want to cringe away. I think it was all the dead that had gone unsent, it made me untrusting of my surroundings, and I am so used to speaking the parting words over the fallen bodies, but the disaster had made it impossible this time, and I don't know what to do. Maybe in time I would figure that out, but it wasn't a thought I want to keep floating around in my head. I bared my glimmering fangs as I creep up on my intended prey, a couple of rabbits. I was skinnier than before the disaster and I needed that weight back, my tongue slid over the gleaming ends in anticipation as I stalked, leaping out and catching one beneath my paws while the other two took off. I snapped my jaws downward and killed the one beneath my paws with ease, lifting my head and licking the blood from my jaws. One of the rabbits had stopped a distance away after it realized I hadn't chased it. I debated within my mind, wondering if i should just quit while I was ahead, before I made the split-second decision to catch it, and I threw myelf in the air and pounced upon it. I shook the rising bloodlust from my systems, crushing my jaws downwards in a blow that had blood splattering my fur, and again I shook off the remaining tendrils of bloodlust. I dragged the second rabbit over to my first kill. I now how myelf decently stocked with prey, just incase I should recieve any company, good-intentioned or not. Gold tinged glacial blue eyes kept a lookout, tongue lapping the remains of blood from where it had splattered inbetween lookouts. Ears swiveling to cath anyone who might try to sneak up on me. The sky was darkening and I thought of getting to a more secured place, a safer place for nightfall.


As I am dragging my prey I come across what appears to be an abandoned den. There were no scents within and so I dragged my prey along inside and settled down by my lonesome. What else could I do? All my friends and family and friends are dead and gone. dead or otherwise, it doesn't matter they're gone. there isn't anything left to look for really. Nothing left of my old life. I almost shiver at that realization. No more kicking up snow as I chase my brother Ezio, no more friendly sparring matches, no more secretly training his spitfire daughter Adelemai, nothing more to make me happy. My own two children had been lost to the all-consuming disaster, along with my brother and his two children, nothing good at all has come of this. Nothing good for me anyways. Pulling myself out of the depressing stupor I set myself a goal, to find a home and raise a new family. Make sure my lineage did not die with that disaster, and keep the memories close. See to it that each of them survive, and don't trust anyone until they prove it. Follow this goal until death itself came for me.