The winds howled a song so old that even the gods could sing along. The trees moaned with its force and darkness fell over the lands. Mist pulled its self into the terra floor, creating a foggy blanket. But light began to fall upon the world once more as the moon stretched its self out into the night sky. Slowly the stars awakened from their slumber and stretched open into the sky, allowing the entire area to be illuminated with light. The murmur of nocturnal creatures could be heard as they aloud each defined voice to create one large serenade in the darkness. Though the world seemed peaceful and others began to slumber, the sent of death was clearly placed upon these lands. After all looks can be deceiving cant they? Slowly the smell of a wolf was carried off by a passing breeze; his sent was strong and held a story to it. He walked out from the towering trees and moved towards the gates to his lands, optics flaring with a strange magic that was unknown to many. Something was different about this male, something perhaps not right? His pelt was a soft ivory hue but it appeared to be splashed with different hues of sepia and ebony textures. His optics were also different hues, one steel blue and the other an ivory tint. Small torn wings hovered over his frame, though they represented part of him and were transparent. A glow surrounded the males frame to discover he was both living and dead all at the same time. Slowly he moved from the shadows, optics locked upon the one placed before him. The spirits murmured around his fame and he watched them roam feely. “Perhaps you wish to join my lands?” he questioned the wolf before him and looked behind him. The spirits had gathers to take a look upon the creature that entered the realm. Attention now pulled back upon the one before him and he smiled. “Very well.” He said simply and tuned to take his leave. The mist swarming upon behind his flanks and as soon as he had appeared he was gone…