Witch's Marsh Born With the Fate of Dying For Someone

@Alastor this thread seems lonely :)

kennethThe ebony prince had only been in Blackfeather Woods for a few days when wanderlust drew him out of his packlands and into nowhere once more. He did not know these lands, and so it was his paws which led him to his destination, wherever that was, and not his mind. The exiled boy knew though, that these wilds were not like his natal pack, these were green and soft land. Not that he minded, but the black bastard scorned those who had never experienced the harshness of life, of the winters. Not only the season winter, but the chapter of life, the chapter of life that was winter and not summer. That was harsh, cruel and merciless. Kenneth Gloom had gone through the phase the moment he emerged from his mother's womb, dressed in a coat of midnight obsidian. 

kennethOh how his parents fawned over his twin brother, the perfect little boy. Everything about him screamed the 'perfect heir to the northern throne' to his parents, with sleek silvery white arctic fur, a pretty boy face, and he was the oldest of the litter. Kenneth, on the other side was scorned and teased for his ebony coat, given the last name of Gloom even though he was a true born child of the king and queen. He remembered thinking, did his parents even think about how their genes might have made him? How it wasn't his fault he was born dark furred, but their fault? Their family's fault? No, born a black boy and immediately all the blame and tease and scorn was placed on him, the one who did not even want to be abnormal in the northern lands, but was born this way.

kennethBesides, they were still the same inside. The same crimson blood ran through their veins.

kennethWithout batting an eye, the exiled prince strode into the wetlands and promptly, his paws sank into the water. He did not mind, they could be washed later, for now the ebony wolf would see what he could find in this place. Fierce eyes of pure snow spotted a form, a wolf, draped in a coat of blacks, greys and white. Ken was downwind of the stranger, so he knew the wolf could not possibly know he was here. Taking advantage of that, the Gloom trotted forward, using the skill of sneaking up on others and hopefully would be able to startle the green boy when he spoke "Boo!" right behind him. An easy smile found its way onto the dark prince's lips, hoping at least, perhaps to make a new friend.