It hadn’t been long since my presence had graced the lands of Moladian and I had already found my little sliver of the region that I had grown quite fond to. In its own little light, it was just the damned near epitome of a sliver of hell. Though it should probably be understood that, for this little bird, the envision of hell is something that one would probably interpret as their Diveen. Surely, stories of the pack lands had reached to even the most isolated creatures such as myself, and Diveen seemed the most unsightly of them all. I don’t even think I would be able to handle setting my paws down in the Ruieze Fields since it practically mimicked the atmosphere but remained at the outskirts. Though, on the contrary, I hadn’t found myself delving into the region of Iromar either. I’ve heard many tales of the swamplands, as well as the formidable miscreant that had been the ideal spawn of the demon kind, but was now skulking about these unlawful lands like a storm to pass. Then there was Taviora and Spirane and Glorall; one that had strong ties with the Angels, one that was still trying to coordinate some new order, and the other that had just suffered from some hierarchal collapse rather recently. It seemed entirely too messy for my taste.

Packs were of no concern to me, not now nor would they probably ever be unless if some pretty little neck might invoke the undermined curiosity that still harbored this two year mind of mine. I had no intentions of creating ties, making bonds, or any of those messy things. Other wolves bring company and some company is not preferred and that ruffles this sinisterly divine coat of mine. Which I do not care for either in the least bit. So instead, I would keep to myself in the dark, in the bowels of these caverns while the floor of my lair was littered with bones belonging to several varieties of specimen. If only someone had cared enough to spare their lives, to offer assistance before their life was snared by these jaws of implacable grim—for then I would have been able to catch twice the bodies as I did.

My time of solitude ended rather abruptly with the presence of another wolf sniffing about, whether they were aware that I was remaining dormant in these depths or not, I wouldn’t entirely know but I wasn’t going to lie here and wait for them to bump into me to find out. The ebony paws that would help support my nimble legs that would be dealt with my rather feathered weight had found their purpose, upholding this bewitching form of ravenous black, though my head hung low to the floor with my amethyst-quartz eyes set dead ahead of me, in the general direction of the mouth to my lair. Veins of a more brilliant shade of violet had coursed through like liquid jewels, reflecting what little light would reach. Despite the wispy texture of my coat, with my hackles unfurled it would appear that my rather petite frame would double in size as if to unveil what further secrets this body would compromise. Blackened lips had pulled to expose knifed jaws of white, incessantly pooling out the poisonous snarl that rippled in my lungs and throat at the sight of the intruder’s silhouette.

Nightingale
take a journey with me tonight