The sunlight was bright as a pale form trotted over the plains. His lonely form was bristling, thick fur raised around the bones of unfortunate creatures that had given their lives to his collection. Pure black, pupiless eyes peered through the roe deer skull that covered his face, a thick black tongue hanging out of his mouth, indented by the long canines that peeked from his top lip. He was an intimidating looking beast, with a thick ridge of black fur over his spine like a hyena, and bones, feathers and two-leg accessories covering his body. He was not your normal wolf, not only for his ability to See, but his general history. He was an Unknown. New to the land, as fresh as a pup out of his den, he saw the world with new eyes, despite being older then many. He knew nothing of this realm, only that clawing at his stomach was an insatiable need that only sated with the taste of blood upon his tongue. He traipsed for miles, and yet, he had not spied another that looked like he. He knew he was different, could hear it in the thoughts that barraged his mind, and the voices that whispered to him of a night.
Slowing to a stop, the great beast raised his skull adorned head, nose taking in the air that surrounded him, trying to discern what these scents were that surrounded him. He had arrived in a storm, and learnt the scent of sky fall, wind and heavy cloud. Thunder had birthed him, and Lightning had directed him. He had awoken covered in blood, but there was no body around to have caused it, and no scar on him to have covered him. Whatever had happened, it had left him clueless to the truth, and all he knew was to follow the storm; some innate craving. Follow the Storm. Like a mantra, a chant in the back of his mind. Follow the Storm for your answers. Yes, he had found an answer of sorts; a massacre that spread for miles, with so many bodies it was like a lake, but there was no life to explain it, no life that could tell him why he had seemed to have bathed in their blood.
The 'Voice', as he had started to call it, had come to him again. Follow the Storm, and you'll find life. Follow the Storm, follow the Storm. And follow he did, till it dumped its heavy burden on these fresh woodlands and grassy plains. It was a fresh sight to his eyes, and the only apparant life he could deem. Still covered in the dried blood, he had come to believe himself that colour, but as the rain hammered down on his still body, looking down on these green pastures, it started to clean him, started to reveal the truth beneath. White like Lightning, Black like the Clouds of Thunder, Red like the Blood in which he bathed. He was coloured like the componants that had forged him, and in his ear, the 'Voice' whispered of the promises this land would bring him. The lives he could corrupt, the things he could destroy. The 'Voice' was his direction, and within that 'Voice', there were the whispered lives of other wolves, their thoughts and deepest desires. Things the Wolf could use. Things the 'Voice' would help him harness and use.
And thus he was found now, travelling alone and toward a forest of the thickest green. The 'Voice' directed him, pointed his head and lifted his paws, like some greater force. He often wanted to question the voice, but his mouth seemed unable to form the words he desired, as though the 'Voice' directed that as well. He was starting to learn the words he would need, the speech that would get him through life, like he had learned how to walk when he had awoken, like he had learned to listen, taste, scent and see. Everything was still new, and he was learning; learning with every step of his red paws, every new wind that whispered in his ear. Yes, there were other voices in his head, but none as strong and the 'Voice'. There were no names, just voices, and the 'Voice'. He hoped that he would be advised on his own name, what he was within the realm of things. A name to the reflection he had seen in that bloody stream when he first awoke.
Follow the Storm. Follow the Storm. And the Storm will follow you, great Wolf. Follow the Storm, and the Storm will follow you...
