The Lone Wolf

What I do for a living is simple: I hunt, I fight, and I survive. I have no pack and I haven’t had one since the last one got killed. There is not much to say about that other than it happened, it's over with, and I survived. Unfortunately not many see it that way. Instead they choose to believe I’m some crazy f@%* who betrayed his pack and got them all killed. Yeah, a young wolf who couldn’t even time travel at that time betrayed his pack just so he could be diagnosed with insanity. F/U.

Shit, if surviving an execution made me an insane f@%*!r, then I don’t know what you would call me today. Oh yeah I forget, it’s Slayer now. If only I was back-shit crazy then I’d be glad to put all those bull-shitting fucks in their place. Luckily for them I’m reasonable enough to stay away from shit that gets me into trouble. Most of the time. Then there are those times where you just say f@#% reason! And since there are a lot of those times I tend to stay at the Sanctuary where I have some self-restraint. It’s a good place to be if you’re a people person. I’m definitely not a people person, but you gotta do what you gotta do. It’s doesn’t mean that I’m peachy keen and nice about it though which is why the Peltiers usually got me working where I don’t have to interact with people.


It doesn’t matter if you’re Katagarian, Arcadian, human, demon, or a god chances are I won’t like you. Nothing personal really, just a “F/U” thing that I got going ever since I’ve been hunted. Not many get my reasoning about my attitude and immediately dubbed as an asshole, and I’m okay with that, cus I am whatever you say I am. Of course that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you just for looking at me wrong.
Insane, me? Nahh.


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