Alone in the Moonlight
A white wolf, howls atop a moonlit peak, a crag, protruding from the cliff face, under his feet as he surveys the night sky. The stars twinkle around him as his blue eyes look out over the landscape. Behind him, a thicket of bushes, and further back large oaks, gives no sign of his arrival. The wolf left no marks of entry as he moved through the forest. Now he stands, tall and poised as he surveys the landscape. Below him, a city of dazzling light and steel glows with the lives of a thousand animals. The wolf's eyes sparkle with ethereal light, glowing in the darkness as he watches patiently.
"Where are you" he whispers, his voice soft, like the wisps wind blowing his soft white fur.
He crouches low. The soft chink of metal can be heard as the chain-mail kilt around his waist moves over his legs like water. He runs his hands across his right thigh, feeling the wound in his leg. The burning brand still stings despite it being born onto his skin. Ne'er again can he live in the North. He is an exile. The burning word still makes him wince as his paw traces over the intricate lettering. "Anathema". The word brought light tears into his cyan eyes.
Rising again, the kilt unfurls around his thighs, fashioned slanted, longer on the left side. He pulls up the hood of his cloak, feeling the silken lining on the black velvet ankle length cloak. He runs as claw over the delicate clasp, feeling the intricate design. Again, the tears well up behind the eyes of the wolf, the fur on his cheeks becoming damp as they begin to flow.
"I need you... I'm coming to find you" he whispers again, his back turned to the city, looking deep into the forest.
He reaches up to his chest and places a hand against the leather sash that crosses over his white fur. Closing his eyes he flicks three silvery bells with his claw, their small songs echoing in the night. Opening his eyes again, the cyan swirling in the iris, sparks of starry wonder within them, he vanishes.