The ocean waves were calming as Iblis limped along the sandy beach. Hearing the water drift lazily along the shore helped to take his mind away from pain all over his body and the trail of blood following him. Iblis was a warrior and without a cause to fight for he needed something else to do. Rhae had vanished, taking their two sons with her. What fate had for his mate and children, Iblis did not know. Gaia, his sweet Gaia, was growing strong but her stubbornness kept her from coming home to him. From time to time, Iblis would find his daughter while hiding within the shadows to see how she was doing. But he would always return to the darkness. The life of a lone warrior. It had been years since Iblis had fought for the pure sake of fighting. That streak had ended tonight. He had returned to living with the night, only allowing the moon to grace his tri colored pelt. With winter's wrath done, the desert wolf could finally move about without fear of freezing to death. And with this newfound freedom came an all too familiar feeling.

Bloodlust.

Iblis needed to fight, to stand for something, to protect someone. A knight with no queen to defend was no knight at all. And so, for the first time in many years, Iblis had started hunting. The world was full of those sick bastards that preyed upon their own kind, feasted on their flesh, drank their blood. It was a crime against nature and Iblis took it upon himself to destroy every cannibal he came across. That night, he had fought off two at once. The terrible wounds he had suffered were minor compared to what had happened to them. Perhaps the vultures would feast on their corpses in the morning. Or maybe more of the horrid creatures would taste the fresh blood in the air. They would come and devour their own kind...

Iblis shook himself, sending a spray of blood everywhere over the sand. Wounds covered most of his body, most superficial and bleeding. Others deep and sore. He panted heavily as he tried to mask the pain as the adrenaline emptied from his body, leaving him shaking. Iblis knew he wasn't safe. The blood would lead anyone right to him and he was in no shape to fight anymore. He remembered pack called the sea shore its home. Glorall. Yes, Tesseract. He had met the alpha only once before with that loner Tick Tock. The exchange hadn't been a good one and Iblis was sure the leader would not allow him entry into his lands. But the lone warrior was desperate. He only needed a night or two to heal. Then he would go. Surely Tesseract would allow that.

The strong scent of a pack boarder stretched out before Iblis and it was here that he stopped. Taking a few gulps of air, Iblis let a sad, pathetic howl escape from his maw. It was short and to the point. Then he waited on shaky, bloody paws in the moonlight.