A black lone alpha travels the woods alone. Fits of Loneliness he was prone. Sometimes you can hear him howl, yet if you were to come closer he would grow wild and growl.
He sits at the edge of a cliff preparing to let himself fall. Only for he knows if he does it would not matter to anyone at all.
A foot raised to walk on air, untill he notices her stare.
A she-Wolf black as the night unlike Satan's succubus she doesnt play with his fears nor dagger sharp leers.
He might let her in. Even if she is angel's kin that is too good for him.
Shy or Rahivishly confident
To be or not to be
Fate or Destiny
Hellbound or Devinity
He'll look for a woman and a pack once more if only to chase after her.
The angel so pure.
