Hoshor Plains Be Careful making wishes in the dark

Large paws brutish and cruel headed towards the edges of the plains. He had grown up in the dark and the caves. Had thrived in the forests and the darkness. Now. Now he wanted nothing more than to forget he had ever existed. He didn't want to talk to anyone, be anything, do anything. There was a permanent hurting hole in his heart and the one that could hurt him the most had put it there.

Thoughts of his perfect snow queen curled around his mind. She haunted him in his dreams, in his waking hours. He would see flowers and grow so irrationally angry. He wanted to scrub her from his soul and rend her worthless. And he couldn't. She would be there until he died, and his death would be at her hands. He knew it. His obssession would eventually drive him mad and he would simply die.

He found himself at the edge of a new territory, but the wolves in it were not what caused him to stop. No. It was the large beasts coralled in the territory. Big and mean and ugly. He wanted to fight one. No he wanted to kill one. He wanted to rip it apart and tear it and maim it and scream his triumph to the sky.

He stared and lifted his voice in a rough, brutal howl. His voice broken since the beast had ripped apart his throat. Scarred and prideful he waited.

@Arktos @Nephele