SkavenWolf

The smooth feel of soft rain in the night sky, offering little comfort to figure that walked among the earths shadows. The occasional gust of wind whispering in his ear of a name long tormenting him, echoing through his icy heart. Lightning shattering the abyss, giving away rare glimpses beneath the hooded cloak of the scarred face that traversed these lands. Teeth gleaming in the pale moonlight as it peeked from behind clouds, as if spying upon him. The lone wolf trudged onward. His exodus of no particular nature, for his escape came in only one form. The breeze tossing his exposed fur about, heavy steps forcing him along the beach's edge. P