slow, painfully slow the time had crept by, from the day he had set his paws in the red hills where his father had brought them. The hated memories swarmed in his head, he shock his head lightly no not hated but distend. The white king had not shown his fur sins he had entered the lore, but it also left his mind boiling. Had his father succeeded or had he failed due to his betrayal. Had his diapering pushed them to their death was he to blame if it had happened? He looked back, what if it was really his fault? Had he then been a part of the murderer of his family. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and something mowed around in his mind something he tough he had lost when his black king had hunted it away with his words. It wasn't the first time he had this thought, but it was the first time he bothered to think about it. IT was mowing on itself again eating away of him guilt, a feeling he had little experience with. poor little pup, but yeah it's your fault…. its voice, creeping in on him poking his scare cutting them open once more. What will your king do when he find out that you left them, and that you are just as guilty as the one who's fangs ripped their throats! he shivered his eyes widened in fear his scent strong in the wind.

paws hitting the ground like a drummer hits his drums in a stead rhythm, laughter in his head. Ai was running as if he had been chased but there where no one ells just him and his mind. As if hitting a wall he stopped just passed it, a bordered. He looked back over his shoulder then forwards taking a step back he stopped. His breathing fast and heart faster he looked into the horizon, hills and trees blocking his view. He looked on, his head silent as if even IT was holding it's breath. He swallowed letting his muzzle to the sky before his howl called out into the dawn. He hoped that his King was to be found or at least where to go, taking the last few steps backwards he crossed back out of the packs claimed lands. And yet as he waited brazing himself a fear was growing in the back of his mind, was his kin really dead?

Ai waited, his heart hammering against his chest the territory seemed almost to silent. He looked around his tail waging slowly behind him, insecure he whimpered a little before a shadow broke the tree line. Darkness in rage mowed towards him fear kept him standing still frozen to the ground as the darkness came closer.

as his mind melted the ice he backed away two steps before the shadow became a wolf, a wolf no a king.  A whine, confused by his rage a beg for him to stop but the rage of his king just came closer until he stood but a few inches from his face. He felt his body drop, his tail thug under him waging slightly, his ears laid down and his tongue slightly hanging out the side of his jaw giving him a silly look. He whimpered a little as his king snapped his jaws shot close with a disturbing sound as if he had wanted to crush something between his powerful jaws.  Whimpering he felt the urge to roll over on to his back exposing his belly, a behavior of his past he had so hopelessly tried to forget. Had he angered his king? Useless, silly pup. IT sang in his mind making the white male force his eyes shot, the warm breath of his King vanishing as the black male mowed back.

slowly opening his eyes, his body pressed to the ground he realized his king had mowed back giving him some space. His Kings whimper still hanging in the air the white male longed to ask for the problem, but still surprised and fearful of his kings earlier outburst he held his tongue. Something must have happened, but what? He ignored it decided to push it out for now, the thoughts about his family was also put aside. For know. He could not risk his King finding out, not yet and not in his current state.

his name, his full name was spoken by the King. He felt the urge to ask to be called Ai, not wanting to be called by the name with such a meaning. But for now it was of little importance he had found his king, The dark King turned around a simple request or ordered left his dark lips. Come, he slowly lifted himself from the ground still his tail kept low from the encounter earlier. He followed wanting to know what had set his king on edged, but another question left his lips "My King, where are we?" a simple question, a simple peace in his min IT still mowing around but settled down somewhere in the back of his mind in the darkest corner.

Step by step in a slow motion the gray scaled boy followed the black king pass the wall that marked the bordered. The hills and trees seemed peaceful but quiet, his former troubles all but forgotten as IT had turned silent. He enjoyed it being back by the side of his black king, and so the name of the pack was spilled by the black man's lips.   "I see. " a short answer no need for any longer, it had not come as a surprise that the male had taken his place as king. The boy looked on, as he watched what had become his home a strange place indeed. His king in what seemed to be deep thoughts left the air silent and the gray scaled male longed to ask for what was casting a shadow on his mind.

The queen is dead a single sentence white so much meaning and many questions to follow. The dark male talked about a queen did that mean he had found a female to stand by him? A feeling of sadness reach his mind as he knew that he would not be able to meet the female that had stood by the side of his black king. But what his king said next would shake the male even more, he talked of children. Not paying attention to the rest of with his king had said his mind spun on the word children. Had his king reproduced? And was this queen the mother? A thousand questions seemed to spin in his head, but it was not the time to ask them. "any creature with you blood in their veins will be great. They will overcome this shadow" his voice was firm but clearly he believed strongly in his words., any wolf of the blood of his king would be strong, no not because of his blood but because they had him a caring and great sire.

lost in thoughts he missed what the back king said next, only to be pulled from his thoughts by his name his full name. The black king seemed to think before stopping and tuning to face him, You need a new name. a new name? What was that suppose to mean? Sure, he did not favor his old one but it was still his name.

"My king why would you do that and to what, if I may ask?" confused he looked at his king his head slightly tilted while tail held down no longer under him. He was surprised, was it really just so easy? And yet he felt no need to keep his old name, it was only a constant reminder of what he had so hopelessly tried to forget. "what should I be named then my king?"



   
 
"Speech." thoughts It
 

Ai seemed to drift of in to thoughts as the Dark king made it clear, he where to decide on his oven but to what? He liked the idea of binge in control of his life, he had been so for a while as he had left his family to be a loner and yet the word seemed scary to him. His mind rounded up the names he knew which was few, mainly belonging to followers of the white king and not what he was looking for. He wanted a name with a meaning, a name which was strong but what? A faint memory of a hymen he had heard as a young pup from whom he could not remember. It was his key to his new name, he would be called the same as the mighty wolf in the Hymen. Zilas a name which meant what he was, a survivor.

"Zilas. That's it, that is what I would like to be called"

he looked at his black King, waiting to see what he thought of it. He felt happy to be free of that name. Free, it felt right no longer would he be called unloved every time some on called him by name. no he would be called something better he felt his eyes searched for the sky, the pain was welcomed as he looked at the bright sun where Hati had started the hunt for the sun. He looked at the ground blinking his eyes, before looking back at the dark male. "Everything will fall in to place, after the darkness comes light." a small smile plaid on the boys lips, yeas things would be okay over time Hati and Skoll would hunt the sun and moon for many years to come. There was still a long way to dark days of Ragnarök.