come out from the shadows
it's your time
'cos tonight is the night for everyone to see
feel the heat that's all around you
flashing lights and ecstasy

It was weird how loneliness affected the strongest ofcreatures, wasnt it? Tapping his claws gently against the cold, rough rock of the cave floor was a large brujo. His ebonite peltage was draped over a vast bodice with a bulky muscular frame and thick fur. Two scars ran across his face in the form of a grotesque 'X'. The symbolof an exile from his old home. How ironic, that the innocent bystander was named a criminal, and that the one who gave him said mark was the true traitor. He bared his yellowing fangs, growing gently to himself. He didnt kill his father. He was the true heir of his old pack. Yet this was no time of thinking of such things. He was nowhere near home anymore, and he was hungry. His stomache growled gently as he got to his paws and left the cave. It was raining, though it wasnt hard rain. Walking through the soft mist the heavens created, Xanthe doubted he would find anything toeat tonight. Yet he might aswel give it a chance. He shrugged, tail low, and began to pad in any old direction.

Yes, it realy was odd. He was used to having a pack to help with this sort of thing, and to comfort him when the rain beat down. Yet here he was, an innocent soul, kicked from his home and left to rot in loneliness. He sighed, his breath spilling over his jaws as hot steam in the cold air. Yellow eyes pierced the night dimly as they gleamed out like a felines, trying to locate his next prey. Though it was a half hearted attempt. Being a loner wasnt suited to Xanthe.