I had come to realize that silence is not the absence of something, but the presence of everything. Unfortunately, only a select few had the ability to perceive this; truly a tragedy. If they could just shut up for a moment, they'd see that the shadows were more than darkness, but a living entity in their own right: a manifestation of our most primal fears . Even wolves who spent their entire lives in them, claiming to be one with them, could never truly hear their whispers. Maybe, because I was voiceless like they were, they had allowed me into their world. And it was truly extraordinary the complexity of it. It could lull you to relaxation one minute, and then the next, the darkness would engulf you, pinning your senses against you. More often then not, madness was a common outcome when you got too close. But I had spent nearly my entire life in the shadows, and it had yet to claim my sanity, stealing my voice instead.

I hadn't been in Moladion long, but I had learned the area was a haven for wolves. Wolves were such complex creatures, full of trivial emotions and thoughts. That was why I avoided them and stuck to my domain. Though I could not fault them for my distaste of social interaction, there was no point in trying since I could not speak. When a wolf did not understand something, they tended to lash out against it, and I had run into many occasions of wolves turning on me for not responding the way they were used to. In their world, I was the freak, the outcast that simply didn't belong. All these titles were nice, but I preferred king of the shadows or king of silence. They were much more fitting for a wolf like myself.

I had still yet to decide if i'd make Moladion my permanent residence, but so far I had found very little reason to leave. I had even found my own kingdom, a utopia if you wanted to call it that. A network of caves in the free lands, open for anyone to come and go as they pleased, but few ever did. I explored them and thrived in the darkness they provided. I was the embodiment of a shadow, my black pelt nothing more than an extension of my new home. The only deviation, were my bright eyes, split down the middle with two colors: blue and green.

I longed lazily upon a ledge above the cavern floor, hidden away in the darkness for no eyes to spy. It was my own personal guard tower, though I was guarding an imaginary kingdom. The caves were not mine to claim, and I wanted to refrain from spreading my scent all throughout the rocks and draw attention to myself. The less the others new of my existence the better. I watched wolves come and go as they pleased, none the wiser to my presence. There were a few that also called this place home, but at one point or another they found their way to the outside world and left me be. I need not leave to hunt, the other wolves did that for me. I simply beguiled them and stole their hunt right under their noses.

Life couldn't be better for me.