Unstable

4- (Reaper)

The blood of the wolf's mentor stained the ground, and he collapsed onto the forest floor. The wolf put his crystalline wings away, panicked.
"S-sir! I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to..."
"Silence! You have done excellently... Your training is complete... Now go, and bring destruction in your wake..." The mentor said, then took his last breath and went limp.

Reaper shivered in the cold rain. He had no clue where he was, but he supposed it didn't matter. Just as long as it was as far away from that place as possible. He sighed. Leaving your past behind is difficult work... He thought, as he sheltered himself under the canopy of a tree to protect himself. He folded his wings neatly behind his back. The purple crystals were razor sharp, perfect for use as weapons. Whether that was natural for his kind, he didn't know. He hadn't exactly ever seen another geox wolf before. The whole of him was rather unusual. For starters, his eyes were purple, but that was the least unusual thing about him. His pelt was black, with gray triangle patterns running down his back. His gray forepaws were detached, held to the rest of him by some force that was probably sustained by the green triangular crystals that hovered in between his paw and foreleg. His ears were detached as such as well. He had purple crystal wings and a purple crystal tail, both of which were also seemingly held together by green crystals. At least, that was his theory on what kept everything together. He couldn't exactly remove the green ones to see.

Perhaps trying to escape like this was a bad idea, he thought. I don't know the consequences, I could've just done more damage than I was doing in the first place... He shook his head. No, this was the best option. His past was filled with regrets, and he had to leave those behind, no matter the cost to him.

His stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten since he ran. He prowled around, looking for prey. He spotted an owl in a tree, and slashed at it, purple wings flashing in the moonlight. It fell to the ground, dead. He picked it up and ate it ravenously, devouring it in seconds. As he was cleaning up the bones, he looked at his wings, and shivered. Blood glistened on their crystalline surface. He wiped them off hastily. That sight was all too big a reminder of his past. He did his best to put it out of his mind, and turned his focus to shelter. He found another tree, lied down, and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would bring him refuge from the memories.