Hoshor Plains Outlander

solitary life was...interesting. naturally, it was - like most things - quite boring. days were spent drifting and wandering with little sense of direction (something seraph did purposely; he had no want to know where he was or where he was going, no, he was just going to...go and to hell (or heaven?) with everything else and when he was thirsty or hungry, he would wander someplace where some rotting carcass was, or next to a stream, or maybe if the usual bout of extreme laziness had somehow flickered away, he would make the effort to hunt. seraph was not too bothered. but, other than that, and the occasional stranger to talk to, there was absolutely nothing going on.

in fact, he had not found anyone or indeed anything, to talk to in the past few days and seraph was about to go crazy from this isolation. he was usually not a team-player but even he knew his genes denoted him as a social creature and as such he needed company so as to avoid literally going batshit insane. just as this gloomy thought crossed seraph's mind, he smelled and then spotted...a wolf in front of him. a stranger! could be a serial killer but who cared? and oooh look, look - "hey, cool tail," seraph blurted out, seeking to close the distance between them with comically quick footsteps (he refused to run) and the always-present sway in his hips that had annoyed his family (and according to them, the one and only God, the almighty???) so much they had to disown him and kick him out of the pack. but, there was nothing in the world as precious as familial love right?