I could sense the danger closing in, lurking behind me like a disease. I had been near the edge of moladion when I heard him, the devil himself crying into the night; my brother was coming. He must have been truly desperate to actually come this far looking for me, instead of just sending another of his rogues. I was running out of time. He was getting closer and closer and soon i'd have to face him or find a way to escape and run again. I couldn't face him, he was larger than me and stronger than me; he had been raised to be an alpha male while I was left to be a helpless princess. I could hold him off for sometime with my speed, but he'd end up over powering me. I needed protection, wolves that could help me if my brother ever came around. I wasn't sure on my decision, but I knew it was worth a shot. Having demons on your side could scare even the bravest of wolves.

I was hesitant as I neared the border to Iromar. I had heard many things of the wolves that resided here. It was mainly composed of a single blood line: the demons. They were marked in black and crimson, making them very easy to differentiate. They made me nervous, I had heard they were cold and merciless, following a code system. Whispers said they hated wolves of white and with a smaller than average size, meaning I could be in a lot of trouble if they decide they do not like my appearance. On top of that I was not like them; I had a mild, sweet demeanor and led my life choosing my flight instinct. Of course, i'd rather die at their fangs than at the fangs of my brother. But I was hoping they'd let in, allow me sanctuary. In return I would offer the healing skills I had acquired from the mountains where I once lived, before my brother ripped that away from me.

As I drew closer to the border, the ground grew softer. Wolves had spoken that Iromar was swamp land, not all of it but a lot of it. They also had forest and ocean side making the land diverse. It was an overcast day and there was nothing but mist blanketing the area. It made for an creepy atmosphere, unsettling to be in. I gently trotted over rocky ground, careful not to misplace my footing and fall. My hackles were raised in unease and my silver eyes kept scanning the area, trying to spot any unforeseen threat. Each small sound had my ears swivel around in an attempt to catch whatever made them. Luckily I had my nose to tell me I was at the border, or I would have run the risk of over stepping the boundary. I stopped, making sure not to set even a hair over the line. I was here, in front of me lay Iromar: the possibility of a sanctuary was in front of my eyes.

I thought about howling to call for the alpha, but I also thought how bad of a reception I would receive if I annoyed them with my vocals. I was in a predicament now, I didn't know how to signal to them I was here and looking for someone to speak to without annoying them. Luckily my senses where attuned to my surroundings, because I felt the eyes that peered from the fog straight at me. I stared back at them, though I could not see them nor who they belonged to. My hackles rose and I took one hesitant step backwards. There was silence and I was beginning to loose my nerve, I had to do something or I risked turning and running out of here. My tail stayed neutral, signaling I was not here to pick a fight. "I know you are there," I said in my most confident voice, though it was still more quiet than I had hoped. I was still uneasy in the presence of other wolves. My brother had made me this way.


But I don't want good and I don't want good enough, I want can't sleep, can't breathe without you love....