In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
"Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the man in front of me. "You are not someone that just … does whatever you feel like whenever."
"Can't I just have my own reasons for doing this?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest like a child being reprimanded for something he did though he does not want to admit it.
He truly is still a child to me, no matter how much I try not to see him like that because he feels offended when I, a grown man, look at another grown man as a child.
But I can't help it. He is still very much a child in my eyes and I would be lying if I said I did not see him as such.
"You can, but I need to know your reasons," I said, remaining completely calm about this. "There are preparations that need to be made to prepare for this. I am sure you are aware of this."
"I am."