Twilight Reign

Here, but now he's gone...

His mate was gone, his friends were no one, his life was gone inside. The fight was crushed. His parents had never been there for him; never seemed to care, never to bother with him. His brother did not care anymore. Twilight couldn't take the abuse from the large Niavo; the condescending statments and could-care-less attitude. Who really cared about him anymore? No one... so no one would miss him.

Came the last night of sadness; and it was clear that he couldn't go on...

Stepping towards the ridge, he looked down. This time there was absolutely nothing that seemed worth living for. Third time's the charm, right?

The door was open and the wind appeared..

A silent snarl, brought up by the intense misery and frustration of his soul, made him lips quiver and his striking fangs reveal. Striking white, for he was still a young adult and had much life to live. But it was all over now. Filling his mind with the fuel of torment, the hybrid gathered his ebony feet beneath him and tensed his muscels. His eyes rose skyward, misty in the torment that ate away his will and desire.

The life that flickered, and then dissapeared...

Then he did it; a swift action of his legs plunged the lithe, youthful body into the thin air. His breath escaped him and his stomach churned as his short plummet began. It seemed so long, but it all was over in a moment. Twilight's body soon lay still a hundered feet down from the cliff. His glistening fur lay smooth and decent over a body who's soul as now gone. To a better place.

Saying don't be afriad...