The sun sat low, waiting to sink behind the horizon of the earth. Its rays stretched out in one final grasp for the living, before the ghosts and ghouls rose with the moon. The black stilted creature wandering among the woods was one of these souls, though he felt more at home among the others. The normal wolves, per say. Though being normal was only relative to the situation, and in his current situation the kalak was more than out of place among Arctic, Great Plains and European wolves. His smoke and flame pelt was more than enough to set him apart, but to make him that much more obvious, he was taller than the average Kalak. Standing at 40 inches tall, he was hard to miss. The kalak’s tail flicked back and forth lazily. He wanted to wander alone in the night, but the sun’s fingers kept him at bay.

Horizon sat with neutral features, his white tipped tail swinging left to right dusting away the soil and leaves on the forest floor beneath him. His figure was concealed within the tree line, but his mismatched lanterns glowed in the dying rays. One golden ember shining brighter while his chocolate pool glistened only a little bit. Besides his mismatched orbs, the boy could have been the perfect specimen. He could have been royalty, but he was the farthest thing from it. He wanted nothing to do with their rotten minds and spoiled natures. He’d gotten enough of their antics when he had lived on the plains, back in Faraway. There were all sorts of kalaks roaming around the entirety of Blossom Forest, but few had shown kindness.There had been the fire indulging woman, who intrinsic pyromaniac ability would burn the whole of Blossom Forest down. And there was Horizon’s half-brother Akuji along with his 2 siblings, though Horizon had not had the undue pleasure of seeing yet again. Not that he really wanted to.

The ties that held him to Akuji, Shae, and Harries were not memories the bloody titan prefered to reminisce upon, not that he truly could. What his tortured mind had so deftly created was a vault that contained all of which he had suffered but could not bear to remember. For it was when these memories resurfaced that Horizon would start to lose control. The grief and excruciating pain he endured. The silence that he maintained just save his tongue and life. The mother who was likely dead because she sacrificed her freedom so he could have his own. For if one truly understood what living in Faraway meant, then it was easy to see that those that lived there were not living.

Most of them were mindless soldiers under Farant’s every beck and call. And for those like Horizon, they lived to serve and please the King however he saw fit. Whether that meant being killed for fun or jesting like a fool for his entertainment. And for the love of Tor, you did not speak, not even when spoken to.

Horizon watched with a dull facade as the sun finally sank beneath the earth’s crust. The moon was beginning to crest the hill behind him and he was finally able to roam. His blacken paws reached out of the darkness and became enveloped in an ashy substance. He remembered he had ended up of the ashen half of Blossom Field, though he had no qualms with this idea. The smoky ash drove most wolves away. The remembrance of the licking flames and destructive heat that had ripped through here brought most wolves to tears or chased them away without even trying, but Horizon was not one of these wolves. He embraced the darkness with a sort of unyielding knowledge that one could escape it if you did not let it choke the life out of you. His paws stirred up gentle clouds of ash as he padded deeper into the field where he figured no souls would roam. And for the moment he seemed to be correct.