I have been like this since I can remember. For being a rogue I say I do well in this old city. My life may seem tough but you get used to it after awhile. I'm not even sure of when I was last a human. I am a lonely beast roaming the streets. Of course I'd occasionally meet one of my kind roaming the streets. None of us live in the same place for long.
Lately though, I have been planning an escape from this place. I have been exploring the edges of the city, teaching myself ways of the wolf. I taught myself hunting, strategic fighting (mainly because all us wolves in the city fight with the term 'street fighting'), and I taught myself tracking. For a while I was able to tune into my natural instinct, but it can get out of hand...
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Young Rogue
General FictionLittle snippets of a rogue's life as he finds his way through life and back in tune to the wild.
