Ever on and on, he pushes himself onward, his mind whirling with memories like a carousel of agony. Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through tonight? Is there ever going to be a place for the broken in the light? Every day he feels himself slipping through the cracks in this … society? His brain pulled him deeper into despair and hopelessness. And his soul wants to lash out at anything that remotely resembled authority, or the old ways. The old ways that had outstayed their welcome, it was time for a change. Time for new blood to sit on these cracked thrones. Can you tell me what to say? Can you tell me where to go? Am I hurting, am I sad, should I stay or should I go? Am I lonely at night? Did my heart once know the answer to all these questions.

Shadows cloud over Moonshade’s bright golden eyes and he breaks away from his trance-like state of mind. He shakes his large black hooded head. Where the heck am I now? Was I sleepwalking again? He lifts his head to the air and inhales the forest air deeply. His upper lip curls to reveal his gnarled yellow fangs, Taviora … He knew the name of the lands, but he couldn’t name a single wolf that lived here. I must be just on the border. He remained standing where he had paused. Large black paws held him in place like the roots of the pine trees surrounding him. He almost liked the feel of the decaying pine needles littering the earth around him.

Before he could decide if he was going to explore further into the shadows, a flicker of movement caught his attention. He snapped his head in that direction. It was just a stupid magpie, crow, rook, raven or corvid of the sort. He yawned idly before he realized the truth. Those birds are smart enough not to spook at nothing. In a few easy bounds he had leaped up a nearby pile of boulders. If I’m to be hunted by something, or someone, I’m going to stand my ground and make them wish they had picked a softer target.

He’s a big and heavy boy, thanks to father and that mountain blood of his. And trust me, leaping on top of you from this height, if I hit, you’re not walking away from me. Deliberately he’s circling around on this precarious perch of his. This is my island now and I know there’s sharks in this forest. Nostril wide, jaws slightly agape, saliva dribbling from the corners of his black lips. Then suddenly he catches the faintest hint of her aroma. Asteraia?

Now this is starting to get exciting. He had heard tales of those girls, and the things they’ll do to you at night. A growl rumbles in his chest. Almost like a pur. He lifts his blue black tail and arches it, or at least tries to arch it, over his pelvis region. Do you like what you see, my pretty Princess? Well come out and bite my ass!