The God of Shadows does not dream…

But if he were to, it is certain that she would dominate every part of these visions. She who holds the color of an evening sky throughout every strand of fur on her body. She who causes a burning hunger that is different from what he is used to satiating. She who can hold his true nature at bay.

Zagan had never known what normalcy was from the beginning. His mother was a violent, powerful, ambitious Furian who wanted nothing more than to earn the crown of her home. She was overlooked and discarded for the more promising, more docile of her littermates - her brother. In anger she lashed out and left, only to find that her father was not the alpha but a scarred, dangerous vagabond on the outskirts. Her path was destined for bloodshed since that day and her legend grew ever greater as she never relented in her desire to hold the crown. She fought tooth and nail with her own family, tearing them to pieces each time in pursuit of glory. And his father… his father was cursed from birth. Half angel, half demon and in for a world of disappointment from the start. He and his brother were seen as abominations, outcasts, yet they were begrudgingly kept within the pack of angelbloods. His father’s darkness could not be driven out even by the purest of angel blood and it soon showed itself. So, what chance did Zagan have to ever live a normal life? All he knows is the evil that rests within him - a curse that will never be wiped clean.

All it ever took was a catalyst.

Yet now… he finds this bewildering creature that is capable of silencing the demon that lays in wait. And where has she gone? What has she to do that is more imperative than to be by his side? The profound connection that calmed the tempest of his mind could not be severed and he would do whatever was necessary to find her again.

On this early morning, far too early for the sun to have risen yet, he seeks her out. This is far from the entwinement of souls that was once spoken of in his homeland, yet he knows that he cannot let her slip away. It is within this early morning that a monochromatic light settles upon the land. It is not yet time for the sun to arrive and yet there is still a budding glow of dark blues and grays that colors the land. It is within this dull wash of color that the sombre beast stalks in silence. Birds slowly begin to wake and sound their morning songs, but all else is eerie and quiet.

He knows that he will travel to the ends of the earth to be with her again. To feel something else… again.