= I Dropped My Halo = (open)

How often can it be said that the King himself is given to wander into the lands of loners, hmmm? Perhaps I merely offer these wolves a rare treat of a legendary being, perhaps they will simply know not who or what I am nor what I have done and perhaps there is something mildly appealing about that. Anonymity for myself is�.rare, within this land and until I was given to hear the passing voice of one and scent the prey blood on another as they passed I had been content in my loneliness- they�d ruined it. Typical. I snorted lightly, my tongue lacing my lips with absentminded ease as I moved forward, long limbs and hard, athletic frame passing over the rocks and cracked stone that so marks this area of Moladion for what it is. It had not always been like this though, no. Before the sky fell it had been�more alive perhaps. Hell, we�d all been more alive and perhaps it is some wicked and foul twist of fate that I continue to live still, that I am oldest wolf to walk these lands still, that I alone survive along with barely a handful of others whom once walked these lands with me. Devil and Kiska, Moth and Brooke, Alcide and Moonglow- they remain still- as does there loyalty to me and to the pack I watch over now. Yet for those few whom survived, whom remember what we were�.what remains is merely a shell, an echo of the greatness of older days. Yet perhaps this is my punishment, my purgatory. Come the spring I will see my twentieth year of life. It is laughable perhaps, that one such as myself, the Assassin Master, The Joker King, The Original Angel- should still be alive. That I�so practised in the death of others, responsible for more assassinations within this land then any other- has outlived them all.

The barest hint of a smirk traced my lips at the thought, or the irony, amused by myself and yet really that is hardly surprising. I have always found myself terribly amusing- just as I have always had rather a high opinion of myself, but why shouldn�t I? When someone greater then myself comes along, when another deserving of being called King of this entire land�..maybe I�ll let my ego deflate slightly, it is doubtful however. The violet of my gaze watched the passing of this pair of wolves, along with one or two others, remaining unseen within the shadows of the trees before moving away, dropping lower and towards the river, paws silent atop the snow, white pelt allowing me to blend so easily with the season before it as I lowered my muzzle to the water. My tattered left ear turned, flicking, listening to the sounds around me before I allowed myself to sit.

I had a mission to do, a task to complete and yet�for a few moments I was simply going to observe. I have always found others to be utterly ridiculous and thus amusing to watch.

the living legend
The Assassin King

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