(i'm just going to assume she was accepted at this point xD )

It had been many moons since that small gathering at the crags. It was hosted by none other than the trickster Enderly, which made sense since he seemed to desire the attention, be it positive or negative. I don't know why I went there, in fact it had been a grave mistake. My brother had spotted me, it was the first time I had seen him in nearly a full year. I shouldn't have gone, but I did. All because of some instinctive pull to the area. I didn't like being near so many wolves, it made me feel uncomfortable. They were unimportant, I wouldn't remember their faces (besides Enderly of course who I knew before hand), but then there was him.

A wolf clad in black and red: a demon. He was built like a tank, even at such a young age. He acted strangely compared to the others. I don't know why I took notice of him, but I found I couldn't tear my gaze away or clear his visage from my mind. I had never felt so strangely in my life, I felt a need to be near him. The pull was small, small enough to be pushed away, but it lingered. And as the days passed it festered until I couldn't ignore it anymore. And then I made the decision to join Iromar: home of none other than the demons, and him.

His scent was absolutely everywhere. It was so....alluring in a way, it taunted my curiosity. But I had yet to track him down, the stranger that haunted my thoughts. I had only been here a day, but you'd still assume you'd bump into him, yet I had not. Maybe he was avoiding me, and that thought made me wonder, did he feel that strange feeling as well? This magic that plagued me, was it even magic? There were no such instances of this ever happening back at my old home in the mountains, but Moladion was different and strange. I was so utterly confused. This feeling was wrong wasn't it? But why did it feel so right?

I sat quietly at the edge of the main, marshy water source of Iromar. Silver eyes stared at the water, watching an unfamiliar creature, to me at least, known as an alligator swim. It was painfully obvious I didn't fit in here, but this was where I had decided to live and I would not turn back now. The demons here did not like me much, I would have to prove my worth in time. For now I was content to be lonely, like I had been before. Atleast until I could find the mysterious male and figure out why he plagued my entire being like a disease.

My ears swiveled like tiny radars, detecting the sound of a large form walking towards me. Whatever it was was trying to be silent, but his heavy footsteps were hard to hide when the world around was so eerily quiet. That was another thing, Iromar was very quiet almost all the time and had a eerie feeling that never stopped smothering the packlands; such a strange place. Then it hit me, the scent. It sent an electrical pulse up my body and I spun around, quicker than I had intended, to face the male as he stormed into my little clearing. The one I had been searching for, found me instead.

"What are you?" He barked, not attempting to stop as the distance between us decreased. So he had felt something as well, and it confused him as much as it had me. But while this feeling made me curious, it seemed to frustrate him. Was it different for him? Could he not push it away like I could?. I watched him, my eyes locking with his deep, mahogany eyes. He continued forward and I wondered if he would stop. I felt like I should move, but my body did not even twitch when I willed it. Deep inside of me I dared him to keep walking forward, I wanted to see how close he would get. Something lit up inside of me that i'd never felt before: a fire. "Unless i'm going through some identity crisis, i'm pretty sure i'm still a wolf," I answered, a bit of sass dripping into my naturally quiet words as a smile tugged at my lips. I was normally so shy, but in his presence, I felt more comfortable to speak that way. This whole ordeal was certainly bizarre.


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