There he stood, reveling in the silence. He knew it wouldn't last. He knew the screams of the bodies that now lie lifeless at his feet would haunt him. At this point, he didn't care. His friends murdered, Liev's return, and his control of the wolf was slipping. Liev wanted to corrupt him, to make him into the killing machine he was created to be. Liev's biggest regret would be, that he succeeded. This war, Vikkael's war, had begun in earnest. He was out for blood.

Broken piece of a broken mind, The kind that won't heal in time. A chest left hollow from years of abuse, "Alive" is a fading memory.


The shell of a man, walks this world alone. Knowing he'll never have someone to call his home. Bleeding or breathing, he can't remember which. He struggles desperately, to find that one look.


Broken piece of the broken man. He'd pick it up, but it's not like it will be used again. Shattered like glass, this broken man mourns. The feeling of love, he once adored. He walk and walks and walks some more, forever forgotten and heard of no more.