The starlight fell over the world below, and though it did it's best to try illuminating the beastly shadows there remained only darkness. Such beautiful shadows veiling the haphazard world under it's chilling gossamer. There is one thing that you must understand when it comes to darkness. Without it there could be no light. Or perhaps, more appropriately rather, no appreciation for the light. You see when something has no contrast there is no comparison, and where there is no comparison there can lay no credible opinion. Opinions yes, but credible? No. There must be a either validation or disregard for an opinion to be credible. That is what most tend not to understand. They talk without this credibility. Without reason. There is no purpose. This is why there is such a drastic expanse between two of the personality types. Those that find solace in the silence and the ones who do not. The ones who feel only a great need to fill up the channels between audettes with useless noise. Noise muddles the important things. Important things whom some individuals mistake for a little something known as truth... Another thing about the world that we live in? There is no such thing as truth. Truth is relative.

It's raining.

There is a kind of peace that one can derive from the rain. A pleasant sensation that has been known to calm the free flying tendrils of one's heart. It's quite a thing. Some might even go so far as to say cleansing to one's soul, though with that I do not agree.. My soul is much to far gone for a simple soak to wipe it clean. If rain were able to do such things however this would most certainly be the night. It was pouring down from heavens in a magnificent tyrant. The cold bullets hitting the terra with a kind of vengeful clash that made a substantial amount of sound. You know, the kind that was jarring to the auditories. It wasn't purposeless however. It was the kind of noise most vargs could never make. It was important. Important for the simple fact that it gave something for one to listen to. To concentrate on. This is what I held on to as I walked the dark, traversing it's immeasurable chords. I had been doing this for so long that I dare say I could not say rightly where it had began. If I had to guess I would say that it was nearing the entire measure of the moons phases, though tonight I must admit is one of the most beautiful I have seen in quite some time... Even the lightning is memorizing. Such danger in such a short flashes...

I must admit that I am not a merciless one. I am very much merciful, though I can also be perilous. Isn't it paradoxical? I had to learn such things at a very, very young age. Not that I'm old now. I am still very much young, it's just now... Now I'm different. Older in a way, but in a way which my body is not allowed to follow. I have learned many things. Things about others, things about places, and about myself. One of the most important of which is the realization that I'm dangerous. Very much like a knife. I'm fine as long as you only touch the handle. It just depends. A knife has the ability to produce the greatest things in all the world, figurines or beautiful meals. But a knife can butcher bodies. A knife can destroy faces and cleave bones. I do not like to think of myself like this, but I am not stupid. I will not ignore blatant facts like so many of my kind choose to do. Do you know how hard it is to have to stand next to some twittering fool going on and on about some stupid thing? I cannot stand those canines... I must admit that I often I find myself fantasizing about the sound of their collarbones crushing beneath my teeth. I do not think this is normal...

Now unfortunately one might see how this may present a problem for the likes of me to be unattended in a land with such a wealth of bodies. I do not want to hurt them. Not all of them... So therefor that leaves me with only one option. Keep occupied. This need for structure is something that must be addressed, that is why I have been walking for so long. I am afraid that without the possibility of punishment there will be nothing left to keep me from hurting all of those precious bodies... and I have. I have hurt so many... This is the exact reason why I'm concentrating so hard on the rain. I must you see? So nothing goes awry.

It seems very much like Astaroth is smiling upon me tonight, for I have found the reason for my journey. There is a scent wall just up ahead. The scent of it tickles my nares and has me stopping just a few feet before of its definitive mark. There is something strangely exciting about this, perhaps due to the fact that I have never myself been a formal member of a pack, persay. This is probably due to a multitude of factors one of which being my age. I am just an adolescent after all... Although the last time I remember being around any of my own kind was quite a while ago. All the way back when I lived with my family. How tragic of an ending... Despite these memories however a smile has me pulling back these white cheeks of mine. I can feel the muscles contracting as I do this. Idly I wonder what those muscles would look like without any of the skin... I wonder how long it is going to take for another wolf to meet me here. What they will think when they arrive... I have never been one who was particularly striking in stature or appearance. The greyness in my eyes is also the same to stain my robes. Nothing particularly offsetting or entrancing... Oh well, we can't all be graced with memorizing features. Perhaps it is better that I be plain... I hear a noise and my head makes a tiny jerk in the direction it came from. My skull tilts. I am rather content to wait here until the morning, though that would not be something I would prefer...