-One:Winged:Angel- (Open)

I treaded over the grassy plains on my white toes, paws bloodied by the long journey to this place. The wastelands were rough, and dry with many jagged rocks. It was nice, quiet, my ears perked up simply to allow them to take in nothing but wind and bird songs. I was happy to be alone, I never fit in at my home, but I never wished for the fate that had fallen upon it. Nature was dangerous, deadly and certainly that day had been a great display of both. I watched as lightning struck a tree and then wildfire flew over the lands, engulfing them, sending my pack mates scampering in all directions. I had found myself in the nearby wasteland, no trees and hardly any shrubs to also be taken by fire. My crania turned to look over my shoulder, letting my stunning bright teal eyes look to the destruction, turned myself forward, and then never looked back again. I could have gone back, found the members that had survived and regrouped with them, but no. They didn�t want me with them. I knew this very well.

Two years of being around wolves that did nothing but machinateagainst me was enough to tell me that. I never fit in, I wasn�t sure what made me so different. Perhaps it was the fact that I didn�t enjoy socialization, or that everyone I talked to I often ended up fighting with. Yeah, I had my fair share of scraps, most of them never fared well for me, I am young after all, but that didn�t stop me. I was going to prove whatever point I had and if I had to with my fangs then so be it, they would learn. Still, it was better off they think that strange Cloud boy dead then still alive and well, now only more strange. I had no family, my mother, well, she died in that fire. I had tried to pull her out of the den, but I couldn�t and she didn�t respond to my calls, I knew she was there, I could see her body. He was probably already dead by the time I made it back to our home. I was close to her, I had my time to grieve while I walked over that damned wasteland to get to god knows where I am now. As for my father, some casanova I had heard, perhaps that was also why I was different. My mother always told me that I looked so much like him, that I was handsome like him. I always rolled my eyes at her; sure I knew I was okay for a male, but never anything more. I looked strange and none of those girls ever seemed to give me a glance, and I was happy about that.

I didn�t want to think about those lands anymore, nor the ones that remained there. I took a deep breath, allowing the fresh spring air to fill my lungs and it rejuvenated my soul. I felt my golden and white pelt get caught in the breeze, and my white tipped tail gave a single wag of pleasure, a rare thing I knew. I raised my white marked face to the sky, ears laying back allowing the strong breeze to take me for a moment. This would be my home, and I would live as a loner. Not a big change, I had always been alone anyway. Always.

Cloud
//Male// Not Tamed //Not Tied Down//Loner//

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