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Silence greeted the lone male as he stood amongst the shadows of trees. Soulless glowing eyes stared unfocused into the distance as a soft breeze rustled through his long hair. The raven's feather attached to the thick braid laying on his neck tickled his shoulder., yet he didn't move and only stood there every muscle drawn tight beneath his black coat. A bleached skull of some long dead foe .. or could it have been a past friend? ... he wasn't sure anymore, crowned his head, one eye socket completely broken away. Ribs from the same long forgotten hound were stitched onto his sides above his own ribs a grim testament to his well hidden insanity.
Yet, nothing could have been more heinous than the fact that the skull of a small cub framed with more raven's feathers rested on the ground behind him, attached to the chains of a heavy set of leg irons. The fact that it was there was meant once to be torture, but he couldn't even remember the act that had earned him the skull.
The tip of the male's muzzle wrinkled but his lips remained firmly stitched in place.
Ah, he did remember the act that had earned him his now mute state, speaking out against his teacher .. r had it been his lover... or both? No matter, it was the past, his tormentor was long dead by his own claws and horns, leaving him to roam the world a battered, tortured, and corrupted soul.
Narrowing his eyes he moved from the shadows, the chains of his irons jingling their haunting tune with every movement.
