Madness and selfishness easily coincide

@Ira

Like a shadow wraith the scarred wolf walked the mountain tops at night. Red eyes glancing to and fro along the furthest side. With paws large and body larger he walked silently like death. Sleeping had been non-existent for the former slave since he had dreamed a memory and almost succumbed to the madness that dwelled within. He blamed his mother for this madness that ate at his insides like a poison. Slowly tearing away his faculties and his conscious thought, until he was certain he would be nothing more than a soul within a body incapable of speaking, or eating or sleeping, he could hunt and serve though. He could always hunt and serve. It was a disgusting merry go round of tasks that he could do.

He had been taught hunt for the queen, love the queen, kill for the queen, ravish the queen all of these things he had been taught and here they were not useful other than the hunting. There was no Queen to hunt for, or love or kill for or ravish at least not the queen he was used to anyway. No there was just the Jinx queen with her lava orange eyes and her white pelted mate Lecter (whom remarkably held the servants devotion and respect just as much as the queen.)

He stopped and stood overlooking the grounds below the mountain peaks .The voices whispering in his head of fog and mystery and death. Foggy nights and dreary days Sitri, foggy nights and dreary days. The queen doesn't like them doesn't like them He stood still and silent red eyes gleaming as he fought for control of his mind.