Post by ~*Frosty*~ on Sept 25, 2011 4:42:51 GMT -5
-&&.FROST
God bless the sad and selfish; Stay Helpless.
'Cause I've always been stronger than that, all the weight of the world on my back.
God bless the sad and selfish; Stay Helpless.
'Cause I've always been stronger than that, all the weight of the world on my back.
Frostbyte padded through the wilderness, his white fur clung to him. He'd trudged across Eclesia, all the way from the Ganglands back into what was called Meganol. The land between Neuclada and the Ganglands. He panted and sat down to rest. For now, he was on his own. With no wolfs, cats or otherwise in sight he decided he would have to just do without the company of anyone for now. He'd run away from everyone, from everything he knew. For the moment he decided it felt good to be on his own.
He rested his head on his paws and let out a sigh. Frost had run away. It finally sunk in and he closed his icy blue eyes as a gust of wind buffeted his flank. He inched closer to the cover of a tree. His father, if he ever was found, would likely kill him. Frost was the heir to the chief of a tribe of gypsy wolfs. His father, Johannes was a cruel, cruel monster. He made the pups fight at a young age, and they usually died by killing eachother. There was always unease in the tribe and Frost couldn't stand it.
Being one of the lucky ones, the son of a chief, Frost was partially safe from the protective nature of his father's advisors. The other reason he was still alive? Frostbyte knew how to fight to win and would fight to kill, he wouldn't however enjoy it. He respected the life of another too much.
