There is a darkness building. Like a sickness it consumes and infects. Ravishing organs and numbing the flesh. Sending emotions into a tumbling mess, one that does not function like the others. He had been loved and cared for, surrounded by happiness in hopes that it would drown out the offensive nature. Never accepted for what he was but who he could have been, except for one. One saw him truly, Gormlaith. It's funny how siblings can bond even in the womb, to know and connect to another soul. She adored him, never judged him for who he was. And it caged him some how, quelled the shadows brewing within. Without her he is nothing more than a feral beast left unchained. So he feeds with an insatiable hunger upon the negativity. Gives in to the demands and pushes himself away from life itself. A hollow shell of meat and fangs. Who would have though that such beauty could give way to this?

Sprawled out along the banks of Alpos, he stands out along the white scenery. As if he tainted it, taking away the true beauty but just his presence. Thick and heavy coat is sprinkled in white as it collects along his back. Blackened eyes seem lost as he looks ahead. Watching the water that seemed thick as it slowly flowed, patches of ice already forming upon the top. A ragged is taken as the chilling cold constricts his lungs before it expels in a cloud before his nose. All alone, comforted by that fact. Even though there is a small prick upon his heart that demands for more. He had learned long ago never to listen to that selfish organ, it tended to complicate things. Get emotions he is not use to involved nor wanted.

Deathly still with the barest of movement from breathing, he enjoys the solitude. The wild surrounding him and ignoring him as life moved on without him. This is how things were meant to be, everyone was better off without him to taint their world. Though Gormlaith had challenged such views, telling him one day he would find another to take him for who he was. But did he want that? To taint and corrupt another, she was blood everyone else was not. He had accepted that fact, not allowing himself to wallow in the need for attention or company. He had his darkness, such a drug provided him to need or want nothing else. He was complete no matter how he was held together. As slowly do lids close, allowing the beast to lull into a slumber. For who would dare wake him?