the black sun system [j]

Once before had the dark long been to these lands he knew as the Teekon Wilds and once before Sinaaq had left viciously disappointed in the options the North had yielded to him. Not a single one of the pack's that inhabited that half of the Wilds were promising. The next choice was a much simpler one, more to the darkling's taste, admittedly of building his own pack. Except he could not raise wolves from perdition to follow him, lest he wished to claim Blackfoot Forest for himself; alone. Of which he had briefly considered before tossing that too to the side, left to be abandoned but perhaps returned to at a later date. In order to build something from nothing he would need followers and currently in the department of those loyal to him he also stood alone. Not even the infection Adlartok was around. The boy no likely longer needed Sinaaq to live as he once had and accordingly the Juvenile's presumed impudence and ungratefulness for the simple fact that Sinaaq had not left him to wither, die and be picked apart by hungry vultures as a mewling pup stung. Adlartok might have been all that he had left of his Dark Priestess, Frigg, but that did not mean that Sinaaq had to allow the once child to leech off of him as he had leeched the life from Frigga hours after his birth until she drew in her last breath. The memory enraged the wretched creature, on top of the thankless premise in which he believed Adlartok had gone from him.

That wasn't entirely true though. Sinaaq was not entirely alone. He had managed to make an acquaintance in a fellow male named Quicksilver though his companion had fallen behind for some reason or another that Sinaaq didn't care enough to ask about when the other male would, no doubt find him again. It was a companionship of conscience — or so the darkling chose to believe.

Sinaaq was left to assume that either Adlartok had managed to find a pack to take him in or he was dead — maliciously the darkling wished for the ignorant child's death, yet at the same time found himself yearning, perhaps miserably for the boy's company. It had not been a tender love that had bound the two of them (at least on Sinaaq's side) but it had been a love nevertheless and to entirely wrote the boy - no matter how angry with him Sinaaq became - entirely out of his life made Sinaaq feel like he was losing Frigga. Physically she had been gone for nearly a year, but because Adlartok had stolen her life she lived on within him. Disdainfully, the darkling let his eyes of liquid gold, fierce and burning settle upon the cluster of trees within the pack's claimed lands he was staring into to capture his attention. Though nothing could be said for he rest of the pack lands the woodsy part appeared dark and though it was, by and far, no Blackfoot Forest, it had an allure to it that beckoned to him. The consideration of joining a pack made Sinaaq curl his lip with distaste. For too long had he been free to do as he pleased. The dominance had been dulled by his time in Wintersun, kept in check by his infatuation with Solia Saturnin; she was not with him now. Without her he was left to roam like an unruly savage; lawlessly reveling in his own anarchy. He loved it, but winter was thinning him. He was not malnourished, nor was he starving but he was thinner than he knew he should have been and while he was vanity incarnate he would not let his own insufferable pride bring with it his death.

Being subdued would no doubt bore and serve to work under his skin like an itch he could not scratch, listening to commands an behaving as of he wore a chain like a domesticated dog, the word morphed into something wretched sounding and derogatory within his mind. Still not convinced it was a good idea, Sinaaq lifted his muzzle skywards and sent out a call for the leadership and with nothing more to do waited, for either Quicksilver or the leadership he had called for.