He did not mind the dark.

For the better part of his life, Osiris had come to accept his place within the shadows of life. Clinging to the shroud of darkness, swathing shades about himself, the monster who had frightened so many was kept at bay. By hiding the other half of his lineage in the ephemeral shadows, the wolf was able to mimic normalcy. All the scruff, the pointed teeth, the large lupine ears, the clawed paws, and the eyes of a dog - they were hidden within the night's embrace. The darkness had long been his friend, his companion, his safety. Long had the stallion considered his rightful place to be within the midnight world.
A monster bound by chains of shadow for all eternity.

Until, of course, he met the one shadow which sparked light into his world.
Comadre, a thin imp of a dragon.

Dragged from the sorrowful caves in the mountains, out into the light of the world, the wolf began to experience what life held beyond the shadow. There were friendships, enemies, loyalties, and the most frightening of all, the tightening of his chest caused by an emotion many would insist was love. Just as soon as it entered the fragile realm of his beating heart, the emotion was shut by abandonment, betrayal, leaving the path more obscured by the twisting coils of darkness than every before.

One more face to bury in the grave of his memories. One more name to forget. One more connection to lay to rest like all of the others. One more regret.

However, for all the sorrows the real world had brought upon him, Osiris did not feel anguish in his life. Friendship had been found. First, it came with the dragon he had wrest from the roots of a tree with his twisting words. Then, the golden eyes of the wolves who rescued him. Next, it came with the mismatched eyes of a young girl. One after another they had begun to form. The loneliness of his soul shuddered to a halt, and the wolf began to forget why he had taken such an affinity for the dark. The real world of light, it was perhaps more mysterious and twisted than the shadows he clamored to before. More obstacles, more turns, more heartache - yet was it not also more beautiful, more exciting, more wondrous?

Now, the colors of the world were lost in the absence of the Gods. Whatever kindness they would bestow upon the beings here had dried up, gone missing, leaving the souls bereft of comfort. The absence of the light was felt, and Osiris understood the true nature of his beloved darkness. A cage, bars made of endless night. Unless someone freed you from the misery of that cage, you would never leave. Had it not been for his first true friend, Osiris might still be within that same cage.

Standing beside one of the strange trees illuminated by unknown forces, the wolf begins to wonder if he had been placed back inside the cage he had been born into. The night was endless, and the small warmth provided by the breath of spring did not fight the chill growing in his soul.
In the shadows, you are alone. Without a doubt, we are all alone.
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[ herrp this post is really strange and rambly, sorry.
Open for anyone. ]

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