10 May 2012
His lonely tears where washed away, by the unforgiving rain. He had hidden himself away from the world, he had hidden himself from the shame.
Now he was a Wolf's Head, a wanted man of the woods. He could steal a barren existence, from travellers and their goods.
His home lost to the recession, when his job had fallen through, then he had suffered from depression, and his wife had left him too
So now this was his refuge, so now this was his home. He prayed the trees would shelter him, as he sat and cried alone.
Wolf's Head • Opuss № I