I WANNA KNOW IF YOU TOUCH THE DARK
The Assassin had turned rogue, finding little to do since he left his homelands. He was a soldier, a fighter. He needed something to fight for, a name to uphold, a place to defend. He wanted to lay his life down for something. Something of importance to him. He had mapped out his thoughts on the packs, he wasn’t suited for such laws in Amaya or Tarben, and his thoughts of helping to build a pack would only benefit those of smaller size - Like Amberbjorne, Nightingale and Dawnshire. He knew nothing of the changes that came before him, the wars, the conflicts. He only wanted to be a peacemaker.
His molted body moved through the thawing lands, finding its way north west from where he originally came through. The snowy lands were like his homeland, harsh and cold. He admired the look of Nightingale as a female called out to host a pack meeting. He moved in silently, finding his way to the clearing. Several others had already joined the calling alphess, paying their respects accordingly. He bowed his head of bone, orange gaze staying stuck to the white, black and rainbow colored female. "I am Reznya, a distinguished assassin in my previous home. I would like to be put to work as such, if you’re willing to have me as a member. " He spoke, his deep voice low as his head rose again.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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IN THE CENTRE OF THE FIRE & NOT LOOK BACK
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