I hate lonely days, I really do. Sometimes I felt like there was nothing inside me, but I am not even that depressed. Okay, maybe I am a little bit, I mean my entire family did leave me, and my imprint is now gone, but I mean...I live. That should be enough, right? Maybe it is time for me to begin talking to others again, come out of my shell a bit. Though, the last time I started having fun, I ended up becoming an outcast. I have heard of these wolves here that kill with no regret, and are still welcomed into packs. Thieves, murderers, liars, and heretics. All of them welcomed with open arms into what ever pack they chose. I wonder why these wolves don't look into the pasts of their members, perhaps they do not care, but one if one were to turn on you?

I have turned in the past, not something I am proud of, but not something I am equipped to run away from either. I have lost, and I have loved, but I have never lost love, until now. My four companions, brothers and sisters alike, each of them gone. Even my twin Charon has left me to my own devices. Was I bad? Was I worse then even they could handle? Why did they leave me so...alone. And what happened to Seamus? Why had he gone? Such questions plague my every thought, my every waking action as slowly the hollowness I had in my soul ceased to be hollow or even there at all. I feel like a shell, like I do not belong anywhere, like I should simply be floating along in the wayward breeze. The same way a wanton lover would follow after her not-so-devoted receiver of her affections.

I am not so bad, but my mind is a dark place to be. Somber for those who see the sadness in my dark orange eyes, bright and happy for those who cannot see passed the mask I wear, bitter and angry for those who insight my rage. I hold grudges, I really do, but there is no one here who has ever done me wrong in this Moladion. I am a new face here, and I have not been overly social. In fact, I have not been social at all. I wonder why, normally I like wolves, I really do. But, here, I am a shy shrinking violet who doesn't instigate conversations or even interact with others. I think it is about time I changed that, don't you?

"Talking..."

NAME

Cheren

AGE

eight

SIZE

41in. / 185lbs.

MATE

none

IMPRINT

not found

PACK

none

WORDS

436 words long

TEMPLATE

code by jungeun (el) of atf, sds, caution, and rcr.