kai

The werewolf sat alone in his cave, staring into the darkness. Werewolf: "Always alone. The jungle is mine, but it feels... empty. Why does it feel like no one notices?" He growled low, his claws tapping the stone. Werewolf: "I’m meant to be this way. Protector of shadows, keeper of silence. But even the moon doesn’t speak to me anymore." He sighed, his breath heavy. Werewolf: "Does it even matter? I will always be the one who watches... and waits."