I knew she was coming. It felt it in my very bones, my very core. My soul was coming to Diveen, and for what reason, I do not know. I do know that she is coming to these lands, and it is a sensation that I cannot ignore.

I do not want to leave the shadows this day. I do not want to leave it at all. The last time I went out into the beyond, I lost my very ear. It is gone now, my left ear. Meryl ripped it off after I came to him and his father with it...dangling about from an attack by a Diveen wolf. That young boy had likely saved my life that day. I think I should have bled to death. I still remember seeing blood cover my good eye, feeling my ear fill with my own life liquid. I was not able to defend myself, or my Mother. I know not if she is alive. I know nothing. I have failed her, as I have failed all. I was not meant to be something great, I am the world's punching bag when I step into the light. Yes, I think I rather like it here in the shadows.

But she is here. I must go to her.

I feel a whine crawl out of my silver muzzle at the thought of leaving my safe zone near Azrael's den. He is gone though, Azrael to war. He is a strong wolf. Very strong and smart. He is capable of fighting off others, but I was always at a disadvantage. He isn't even around to help me feel safe in this world where everyone wants to rip you limb by limb. I must be strong though, for her. I must. I gulp slightly, my one good eye gazing out of the den that I made. Slowly I come to my dark silver paws, lifting my tall lanky form. I come to the edge of the den, my golden eye glistening as I allow my muzzle to touch the soft light. I scurry forward, my dark form scrambling for the nearest shadow to hide my form in. My golden eye darts back and forth, my head going with it for I only have one eye, and my one ear turns to listen for any strange noises. I can still hear in my left ear, but I cannot pinpoint and direct the sound like I used to. No, it is stranger this way. At least before, I was already blind in my right eye.

My tall form of liquid ink blends with the darkest of shadows as I move along the most comfortable paths in Diveen. I know the areas least tread, areas where no one really goes often. This is where I travel, in the depths of darkness where my form belongs. I find myself looking around often as I am pulled closer to the border of Diveen. A border I do not want to cross by myself, not without someone I trust, for I do not know what creatures slither right beyond it. There are demons that even live in Diveen. I am not safe here, nor was I safe in Iromar. I do know, that once Azrael comes back, that I had planned to go to Glorall to stay next to my light, to shield her from the evils that I know linger in the land. I must protect her from these monsters that seek and destroy. I must and I wonder, if she knew. If she felt as I felt for her. If she came to take me back to Glorall. I wonder, but I cannot be certain. I...I am hopeful that she is here for me, but I am...nothing. Nothing but a pathetic wolf that clings to the shadows. She deserves so much more.

I sense that she is closer, and I make sure that my silver touched paws move my obsidian form with great grace as I follow the unbeaten paths towards her. My light is here, and I am feeling a rush of something...wonderful inside of me. I am...I think, excited is the word, for the first time in a long time. I can feel my heart starting to rush as images of her face flood into my mind. I can see her pumpkin orange eyes glistening and it makes me feel like I am flying. I have not noticed that my pace goes a bit quicker, that my paws sometimes catch a small dusting of light here and there. Her pull is so strong, so alluring that it even invades my very senses.

I find that she is so close, that my nose catches her perfect perfume in the air. My nose lifts, sniffing softly as it seeps into my very being. I find that I follow it with ease, until I finally see her with my one good eye, standing far off in the light. She radiates, like a shining jewel among the darkness that swirls my void insides. And yet, I still do not know her name, and she does not know mine. I still, find that I know her inside and out, that she is me and I am her, that I do not even need such things as names. I watch from afar, in shadows where no one would notice me. I am too distant, and they are too distracted. I see so many, the forms of my light with puppies, another female, and the white wolf that is Azrael's father. So many are gathering, and I am but an outcast. The hideous freak raised in Iromar, stolen to Diveen, where neither place I belong.

I find after a moment, that I cannot stand her in the veil of shadows and wait to get closer to her. I must be closer. I travel in a large, wide circle, around the group. It is fall, when the leaves of trees litter the ground in a red and yellow display. I move so wide, that it is likely no one would notice me. I jump over small rocks, only tripping slightly and regaining my footing quickly. Nothing was going to slow me down. Not even my poor vision and depth perception. I do not...want her to see me, in front of everyone else, for, I am even uglier than I was before. My very ear was ripped from my head, to only make me look for freakish than before. I know that it is not common, and not normal. I know that it is a sign of weakness and sometimes I wish my form would just disappear into the wind, never to be seen again. No one really wants to see me, not truly but my light, and even then...even then I am...I am her ugly side. I find myself behind my light, the girl named Everchime that I may one day know, looking upon her with great affection from afar. My form blends with the darkness that I choose to stay in, for she need not see my ripped off ear. I will watch her quietly from a distance, ensure that she is well and that no one will harm her. This time, I am not sure if I can rip myself from her. This time, I might be her shadow for good.