My senses seemed to vibrate with an unknown excitement, as if tiny jolts of electricity zapped them to life. Something was going on, something big. It called to my instincts, and, like a moth to a beacon, I was drawn to it. My natural curiosity of Moladion and all its culture drove me out of my den that morning. It was a bright, warm morning and even the sun seemed excited about something. I shook the dirt from my stunning pelt of snow. Icy blue eyes scanned the surrounding area as I sensed which direction I must travel to get to where I needed to be. I started out, with a leisurely pace, my senses peeked. I moved in and out of the shadows, with no sound. The wolves would never know of my coming, for an assassin is only seen when they wish to be seen.

I found myself on the outskirts of the crags, near a large fall of water. I stopped when I scented and heard the voices of many wolves, too many to count from this distance. I circled the scene, staying downwind and out of site. I was confused, why were so many wolves meeting together here? Was this normal in the ways of Moladion? I did not understand, and that only peeked my interest further. It didn't look to be very friendly, there were several males there that felt the need to see which has the bigger private. Some of the females were also very on edge with the situation. Then my eyes landed on a familiar figure of white, Purge.

I decided that now would be the time to let them be aware of my presence. I moved upwind from them before entering the clearing, still as silent as death itself. My eyes moved wearily from wolf to wolf as I made my way to the only one I recognized. I seated myself next to the queen and wrapped my tail around my haunches much like she had tried to do with her severed tail. I watched the scene before me unfold, with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. " Ailith does not understand this. She wonders why these wolves gather. Is this normal in the lands of Moladion?" I asked purge, hoping she could enlighten me.


Death surrounds, my heartbeat's slowing down. I won't take this world's abuse. I won't give up, I refuse. This how it feels when you're bent and broken. This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen. When everything you love is leaving, you hold on to what you believe in....