He Roams Alone

[*Starry*]

A figure of iron chose the path of sand in front of him, his claws clinging onto the pebbles as he traveled at a smooth and steady gait. Golden orbs flickered like the awakening of the sun as he scanned the area for nearby inhabitants. Only the seagulls above would answer the question. Sighing calmly, the lone wolf continued to pass the large palm trees and the waves of the sea. Soon he paused from his movements and gently urged himself to sit.
His ears leaked a shade of navy black when they flickered. They seemed like they were sewn perfectly on the top of his cranium. However, his fur was matted and appeared tattered; as if he had been a worn-out teddy loved by a human child before. But he wasn't loved...never would he be.
Soon his head touched the soft substance that covered the ground when he lay down. His tail swished every now and then while the green leaves of a nearby tree swayed gently and carefully. This wolf was a wanderer; a wanderer named Timber.
He was born without parents..or at least without knowing them. He was abandoned at an early age to add to his unfortunate past, never knowing what love, care, or communication was. He had been cared for by both darks and lights every now and then during his childhood, but it wasn't enough to redeem the life of a pup he could've had if he at least saw his guardians.

[*Starry*]

Eyes flickering like fire againt the ray's light, he looked up to the sun. It blazed on his eyes, blinding him every second, yet casting a hypnotizing glance. It cast a large shadow upon the flat surface of the ground; a huge, shaggy, and fearsome one. When he set his head back to earth, he could hear the seagulls' noisy calls once more. He heard the waves rippling fiercly as the water trapped nearby fish. The only thing left in his mind was, no longer the problem about his parents, but the deal with alliances.
So, it's either one or the other, his mind softly whispered in his ear. What will it be; dark or light? Timber was confused and uncertain. Well, which one fits your personality, then? Out from his maw emitted a low growl. It sounded as if he was ready to attack himself. Personality? It was confusing. When Timber's dark side was under control, he was: self-centered, rude, aggresive, selfish, and scornful. When he was in a good mood, he was everything nice. He was more fit as a neutral, but no. There were only dark and light packs in this land.
He had alot of problems. But another one of the most troubling was where to find other wolves. He hadn't been interacting with his own species for days, or so it seems. As the thought filed his head, his auds suddenly perked up excitedly to hear a sound, different than any one he's ever heard. His dish twirled vicously as he looked behind him. He was startled to see a seagull. It flew away shortly, of course. But how could that featered mammal make such a canine voice?
Brows curved down upon his gleaming orbs. The outlook of them made it seem as if the wolf was about to shed tears. But after a few minutes, that watery sparkle remained...and still no liquid drops were falling down his cheeks. "Stupid bird. He's lucky I'm not a dark or I would've mauled him to pieces!" Came the angry remark. Sighing again, he rested his head on his paws, which were pushed into the sand.

[*Starry*]

The brute had fallen asleep for a few hours. Waking up, a low snarl emitted from his tightly shut maw. His crania quickly darted around. His orbs were wide in shock at the amount of sleep he had. Still, no one was here. His mind turned back to alliances. Fur glistened with sand. Appearently the wind swept it across his tattered back. His coat made him looked like roadkill. He certaintly was a tramp.
Navy painted ears were now a glittery purple andvered wth small pebbles. His ebon nose was even covered with the substance. It twitched before the wolf finally sneezed.
"That's it." He muttered as he stood up.
He shook his bodice side to side as his fur became cleaner. It still had that ragged appearance attatched to it, but now the sand was out of the way. "I need to find a home. I'm sure there's some terras left to claim. I can't stay on this beach forever." And with that, he decided he'd choose the light alliance...for now, at least. His feet quickly dragged his form over to the closest one he could find.

[rahaj]

Memo ambled in to the beach, her mind raceing, her voids not focused on the ahead path. She collied with a wolven Brute {Sorry] she mummred shaking her skull, her voids looking up to see this new brute.

[rahaj]

Memo ambled in to the beach, her mind raceing, her voids not focused on the ahead path. She collied with a wolven Brute {Sorry] she mummred shaking her skull, her voids looking up to see this new brute.