And cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I�m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He�s getting better, can�t you tell? There in the caliginous night he stood, brilliantly illumanated by a phosphorescent red glow produced from the moon above, this fabricated his form to allow him to be visual. He was cloaked with thick, sleek ebony fur, a camoflage to the night that he inhertited from his father. You could easily be persuaded to believe his orbs where normally a crimson hue but that was only his natural coruscation of the ability to see in the dark, a power that man could never posess. He peered towards you now, his maw was held expressionless as you scanned him over. �Can I help you wih something?�. His inquirery trailed towards you. To frozen to move he nods and with a flick of his tassle he singaled you to follow as he pivoted upon tense paws. �This is my home. This is Azure.� The terrian was surrounded in fog, twas the dead of the night and the confiers drapped downwardly as you followed the male meekly. He didn't speak much but when he did it seemed it was mandatory. Damien could sence that you were shaken and so he paused. The bloodless sky only seemed to get deader as he watched you silently. �I am known as Demon but my real dubbance is Damien.� Anyone could see why that was just a nickname, for his appearence made him seem utterly demonic. Your silence made him edgy but he'd never admit to such. Taking in a deep breath of the cold night air Damien gazed into the heavens as if his intention was to howl his heart out but slowly he pulled his gaze back, resting upon you. �Rebel is my father.� Instantly a connection was made at name he had mentioned. Rebel was the well known, notorious, leader of The Azure Wolf Pack. A lump forms in your throat and all you were capiable of was a formal nod. Upon his maw a smile appeared, appearently he found this all amusing. �Walk with me. I've got so much more to tell.� You knew better then to ignore his order and so you trudge forth nervously. Your surroundings where timber envolved, all the trees looked identical and instantly you felt lost and lonesome in the forest foriegn to your own. Your heart began to beat at a higher rate as you couldn't make out Damien's form before you. �Don't worry yourself. I'm still here.� You bumped into him and your panic went down though where you were heading, no one knew. The trees slowly began to thin though the trek seemed to last forever until the timber finally parted and a vast open field spread before you. Demon reclinned to his haunches as his orbs scanned the field over, he was sure that this was the place that consealed many memories of his puphood. �This place has much value to me. As a small pup I grew up in this field.� You aswell recline, keeping your distance as you watch him expectantly. �I remember so clearly. Yes.� Damien nodded and with one last meaningful glance over the field he began in his stories. �It was summer. I'd watch my father as he basked in the sun enjoying the cooling breeze. His sister Sunny would watchover my brother, Blaze. He was smaller then my sister and I for Blaze was the runt. My mother, Ruby had a handful with us so Sunny lent her aid. Blaze always did seemed attached to her. Serenity and I, we'd romp about with a good game of tag, chasing our father, Rebel. Blaze would sometimes take part in the event.� Damien took a breath and shifted his weight before he continued. �By the time we got to go on our first hunt I was very excited. Rebel took us on the venture, teaching us his incredible skills. Quickly I learned and together we all went after a moose. I went for the thoart as Rebel instructed, I clung on with all my might. Blaze attacking the flank to weaken the target. Serenity was about to make her move but the moose violently bucked her back. It would've been tradegy, she was knocked unconcious. The hunt ended there and with our parents loving care Serenity is alive and well today.� Demon paused and thought of his sister. She never did hunt much after that. Her love was for berries, strange for a wolven but that wouldn't change the fact that they where family. Arising to all fours he turned back into the forest, expecting you ro follow. Once he was assured that you where close he continued his story on the move. �Not more then a year ago I fled my homeland, my best friend, Seul had followed me. She stayed with me as I had never wanted to return to my home, Azure. Seul had confessesed her love for me. We had many adventures out of the packlands. We got caught by Twolegs and thrown in cages. I met her family and even had to rescue her from an evil pack that had intentions of using her for breeding stock. Though our personalties often clashed and we got mad at eachother, I deeply cared for her.� Demon sighed as his heart sank sadly. As much as he dreaded the tale, he continued. �I realize now how much I miss her. Seul desided to stay with another pack. I'll never see her face again. I think I loved her. She was always there when I needed her. My problems started when I was young. They all began when my mother left my father in dispair. Rebel was heartbroken. She took Serenity, Blaze and I with her. Though I escaped and ran back to my father who I found was falling for another. It took place in this Twoleg den.� Demon halted and before him a cabin stood. He could see your eyes widen with interest and with a nod he reclinned and continued his life story. �Sure my father was happy to see me but he completely ignored me! Left me in the cold corner of the cabin.� Damien's voice was thick with hurt as he went on. �Seul was my only friend and she kept me company in my hardships. Rebel was my hero, I looked up to him to find that he'd rather care for a strange fem then his own son. I was mad at him for the longest time. I guess everything has just blown away. I try to forget my past.� With a shrug of his shoulders he was finished with his tale. Turning he strode off into the darkness without but another word. |
