The night fell in a mysterious way, dusk fell, but instead of gradually turning into a twilight sky, it was nearly instantaneous, like the curtain had been dropped and the scene was over. In a way, he supposed it was. Day was done, and the night had just begun. Hollow sounds of his steps echoed as he moved. He looked like a gentle giant from afar, until you drew close enough to see that nearly half of the white marks were indeed scars. He laughed, his mind wandering to the reactions he’d gotten over the years. No one knew he’d gotten them at five months old. When his dad had turned savage, attacking and killing everyone in their pack, how he’d survived, who the hell knew, but it turned him into a dark dark creature that no one liked. He’d tried to woo a few girls in his time, only to be shot down so fast. He supposed it was his own fault, you don’t use snide language and crude actions. Hell it aint like he grew up prim and proper, he didn’t know how to smooth talk no one.

His words were of a creole nature, making it sound down right disgusting at times. He laughed, when they mimicked his accent. They didn’t know how growing up where he did changed a person so much that they hated the sound of others laughing. His name, was Robichaux. Some say his family was of a French-like decent, though, to be honest he had no idea what kind of world that was, all he knew was the day his pa had gone savage, he had to make his first kill. It had not been pleasant, to see the life drain from your own father’s eyes, as you, so small, stood over him dripping in blood. He supposed the poison that his father had ingested had caused it, but he would never know for certain. He’d said goodbye to that world then, leaving and never looking back.

To this day, Robichaux never stayed in an area for longer than a few moons, to be honest. They never felt like he was one of their own, like he could make it a place to belong. But he was a monster himself, so how could he possibly belong anywhere? The shore of the island was solid ground, his paws pressing into the damp sand. He shook, the water flinging in every direction from his white and black body. Ahead of him he saw a river, and to be honest, it was intriguing why a river would be so close to the edge of an island. Well, it was a few hundred yards, at his guess. But still. Curious, right? His trek then began, heading inland towards the large river, wondering just what in the hell kind of place he had stumbled upon, and pondering if this would be his last stop in his life.