I am not often drawn to much. I am a creature who melds with shadow, with body and mind. I become nothing but the darkness, blank and meaningless. Lacking of light and full of mystery. I am a creature that has found no meaning to this life, no purpose and I truly think there is none. There is nothing to this life and we are all just here. Our souls are dropped here from above and we are left until we die. That is it. All the inbetween, there was nothing to it. So substance. Just constant suffering. Constant upkeep of the body and mind. Our bodies demand to eat and drink and there is never any true peace. Creatures feast on each others flesh and there is no true peace. The earth is a place of tortured soul, our happiness always tempoary but the suffering is forever until death. But for what reason? There is no and it drives me mad, so mad that I spiral down into the deepest and darkest of pits in the soul, pits unfathomable to the mind and yet it makes me so empty...so very empty.

I do not know what drives me to follow, this group that I follow. I am nothing like the angels that lead us. I am a pathetic scrap of fur. I am a creature of shadow and silver, a form so lithe with legs grown oh so long. My fur of black never seems to be clean, never seems to be anything but tinged with dirt. There is no shine to my fur in the sun. It is dull like my very soul. No one is impressed if they saw me, for I do not follow directly. I take the shadows on the way there. The shadows were my only friend until...until Azrael took me from my Iromar home, the place where we run to today. It is Azrael I follow. I am...curious to say the least. He feels so stronger. He feels. I don't understand completely what he feels. I see the shape of his eyes, they seem to morph into orbs of rage that are unexplainable by words themselves. I wonder if the rage is feels is what I felt towards Caligula when she ripped up my golden eye, already useless from brith but still made to feel pain. She also ripped a large hole in my throat and would have surly done more if given the chance. I somehow think Azrael felt much more deeply than I did in that moment. It is..strange. I feel nothing now. It was only in those moments of pain. It was instinctual, and only when provoked. Otherwise, I am blank. I am like a painting of water the sands, an artist may apply the paint but it always evaporates away into nothing. I am the sand, my emotions are the water. Without it i am nothing.

Yet I follow closely, likely unknown in the my strange hidden path. I bein to smell the stinch of Iromar and I wonder...I wonder. As we get close the smell of other creatures fill my nostrils. My mother. Ruvindra. Her scent was not strong. It was the scent of others that marked the borders of Iromar, that blow in the cold and cruel winds. I do not know what happened to her. I wonder if she is even alive. That is why I came. Azrael...his mate had been taken. I only know of the term mate, the one he seems so attached to. She had been taken from him...and she was with child. Was this revenge from my father or mother for stealing me? Why is there foreign scent? None of it made sense, yet if it was my Mother or Father who did this, I would set it straight. I would. Little did I know the truth of the matter. The scents gave it away but I was still not completely sure. My mother was likely no longer in rule.

When the trio of angels stopped at the border I still waited behind. I am not one to be the center of attention. I am curious, perhaps bored with my typical mindless wandering. I wait and my golden eyes is taken aback by the giant male who comes to the border, his body so obviously showing dominance, an alpha stature, and a male so large. I am only two years of age, I am a tall and leggy boy but my ultimate height will surly still be under his. This is when I listen...I listen to them all. Heyel, the black and red male, Isola. Yet my eyes are drawn towards the distressed and angered Azrael. He is the first to reach out to me, the first to even try. I think I...dislike seeing him like that. It is something I must fix. I listen and I learn. I know his mate was stolen and she is in the lands of Iromar, from their foreign wolves. I do not know what they want, these wolves. I do not understand why they took Azrael's mate. Isola wants the return of Andromeda and I freeze. I do not know what these Iromar wolves want but, I must do what I can to let her free. If it is a prisoner they want, they can have me. I will take her place and offer myself as a sacrifice. Life is already a thing of hell and suffering for me. I feel the pain of my eye still, the pain of my neck. I see how others, they have thesse emotions I don't have and I somehow acknowledge it is more important than I. If anything, all others were more important than I, somehow, in this meaningless void of life.

I hardly doubt any of them knew I was here in the first place. Azrael was so enraged. I could almost see the heat coming off his body from here. I push past my cover, the ugly thing I am now. I push past and with my head relatively low. I step past Heyel, I step past Azrael, Chance, and Fathom. My golden eye is fixed on the ground as I even walk past Isola, coming to an abrupt stop between here and Baphomet. His female, Ishtar seems to be inviting but I know better. I expect to get battered and bruised in Iromar. My demon sister lives here. I do not care. I am here to offer myself. My tail hangs low, no movement can be seen from it. I stand for a moment in silence staring a the ground. Words. They are difficult for me. I take in a breath of cold air. They know not who I am, that I am Ruvindra's son. Not like it would matter anyway.

"Me. Andromeda...Take me. Andromeda let go. I offer self, I prisoner," I say, softly but with confidence in my growing deep voice. Only after I speak do I lift my one good eye to look at Baphomet, then to Ishtar, my ears pinning back. I do not know what will happen. I fully expect cruelty from any wolf from Iromar if they are anything like Caligula. They may just laugh in my face and tell me to fuck off. Or maybe they will take me as their prisoner in exchange for Andromeda. It is worth a chance anyway. I just want to help Azrael...I just want...something...
Two Years - Loved by None - Following Everchime