Past. Present. Future.

Each one he hated. Those, however, were only time periods. Sure, the present had some good things to offer like his siblings. His past was dark. Cruel. Surviving only on the prey that he caught here and there as they grew up. He, his brother, and their sister. He envied the youth and innocence of them both. Vulcan felt like he was the one to have to grow up the fastest just to make sure his kin didn't die out before their first two years of living. What a tragic backstory that would have been otherwise. He, for one, did not have the luxury of growing up with loving parents around. Their mother left them as soon as they were able to eat regular kill. She had never wanted pups and had been raped by some dark soul. She hated them, but didn't have the heart to see them die. That was the one and only good deed that their mother did for them. Looking back on it now Vulcan realized that he had almost taken a fatherly role onto his brother and sister. They had appreciated that. When the fight came between them over if they should stick together or leave one another and do their own thing, they decided on the latter of the two options. Apollo, he had left the siblings in a wave of anger over the decsion and went off. Vulcan decided it would be best to join a pack, and suggested it to his sister. She denied but had said something along the lines of wanting to stay with him. Being the oldest brother, he had kindly refused and told her that he was joining a pack soon enough. It hurt him to see her so upset but she eventually told him to have good luck. "Good luck, Vulcan. I hope to see you soon. I love you," and with that, she was gone from him.

He had kept his word and told himself he would be joining a pack. Vulcan knew that this pack.. it was dark. Even so he decided this was the pack for him. He didn't want to be a loner any longer. He didn't want to be an outcast, he wanted to be a warrior. He'd heard news that the Queen's name was Motionless. Hopefully that's who came and greeted him at the border. That's who he wanted to be here. Honestly he wanted to make a good impression on her the first time round and not have another wold meet him and bring him to her. His dark amber colored suns were showing little to no emotion as he perched himself right at the edge of the border. He wasnt intruding on their land, so he was no threat to any wolf here. His nares quickly breathed in the scents of the border, almost coughing due to the strong scent.

Vulcan's large bodice was sat gently down, his plume resting right behind him. Slowly and ever so carefully he lifted his muzzle to the sky and let out a low howl, hoping to grab someones attention. His vocal's were low and almost.. threatning. He didn't mean for it to come off that way though. His sisters words still rang in his ears as he sat there. "I hope to see you soon. I love you," Every time he heard that he couldn't help but get a bit choked up. He knew that in this pack he wasn't going to be able to be like that. Any mention of his sister and brother, he would get upset. That was a sensitive topic for him now. He wouldn't even mention siblings if they didn't ask. That would be the safe route to go.

Better safe than sorry.

| Vulcan | "fire in the depths of my soul" |