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My wolf OC That I roleplay as on animal jam his info.

Age: 600months(50 in human years)

Motto:❝I'm sick of crying, I'm tired of trying. Sometimes I'm smiling, but inside...I'm dying.❞❝They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling.❞

Discription: With a well-constructed, slender build and usually blood-stained paws, Coda is taller and lighter than the usual height and weight of a male adult wolf. His eyes are alluringly eldritch, as he is never seen to blink, with fractal-like shards of intricate ice and night dancing among his sinister, disquieting pupils, and if you ever inter-lock your vision with his, you will begin to see vendetta and an unfathomable emotion gorged amid of his ocean eyes. His piercing eyes contrast against his slick black and burnt sienna hues of pelt. The most notable aspects of his physical appearance are known to be beastly, handsome, soul-chilling, and benumbing, but despite his first impressions and acrimonic gaze, Coda is also a good-natured, light-hearted, fatherly melastic timber wolf with a soft spot for pups. But if Nocturne is threatened then his emotions will completely change to barbarously deleterious and diliriously vindictive. espite his first impressions and acrimonic gaze, Coda is also a good-natured, light-hearted, fatherly melastic timber wolf with a soft spot for pups. But if Nocturne is threatened then his emotions will completely change to barbarously deleterious and diliriously vindictive. Coda's mindset revolves around Nocturne coming first and will oppose any threat without hesitation. He fights for the purpose of maintaining peace and he wants nothing more that to cleanse Nocturne of all impurities and bring it back to its true, soulful, and equanimous self. You could say that he is a quite charming, whimsical, and flirtatious wolf who towers over his comrades with the savage strength to match, and although he proves a worthy ally in battle, others are wise enough to keep well away from him. Even his mate and Astra will be sure not to set him off. Coda's unpredictable behaviour makes him dangerous. He tends to get out of control in battle, an eldritch emotion forcing him to continue with his bloodlust, ravenous slaughters. He isn't fazed by threats or death, and in battle, Yoru tolerates the brute simply because he's useful, and no one would argue that. His current moods are happy, depressed , he has bad days and good days on his bad days he lays down and sits in his den and thinks, thinks, and thinks.

Bio Fan fic: ( ALL CREDIT GOES TO SereneUniverse for writing this)❝At birth, blood dripped onto my heart and said "hello".❞

A strange chill overcame myself within. The substance trickled down my spine, slowly making its way down to my resting head. I opened my eyes, for one of the first times in my entire life. It had only been one MoonCycle since the very first opening of my eyes. Expecting to see the beautifully soothing, young face of my mother, my newly awwakened vison was poisoned with the sight of a behemoth. Father.
Mother was dead.
"Get up."
The birth of a demonic angel.

Their son was born in the chilly months of winter. In a hollowed out tree stump came the life of a young child. His burnt sepia and slick black painted fur, akin to his father, and long and smooth like his mother's. The child was named Siren.
At the time the young Siren had yet to fully open his eyes and ears, and he lay in a seemingly unconscious manner next to his mother.
Safe, he thought, sweet, he thought, sound he thought. Betrayal, mother saw, lies, mother saw, ugly, mother saw. Peace, brother heard, tranquility, brother heard, alacrity, brother heard. Blood, father tasted, flesh, father tasted, organs, father tasted.
A broken family that would only teem and surpass of nightmares.

In youth, two wolves, Rakov and Aisu, fell in a peculiar ring of fire in the midst of summer. Love. So-called "love". Aisu fell for purity, compassion, and trust. Rakov fell for power, immortality, and triumph...and as they fell down, the flames went higher.
Higher.
Too high.
Too high, that the sky broke like an egg into the full sunset, and the water set fire.
They eventually had a small set of cubs; two of them, Solda and Siren. Solda, a cool grey wolf with soft blue eyes inherited from the mother, and a coarse pelt inherited from the father. Siren had a burnt sienna and inky black coat like his father, long and silky alike his mother.
Despite the way Aisu dove into this beastly brute's heart and into those demonic eyes, she always knew, that a view point from the religious, she would always be the angel, and he would always be the devil. She should beware of those who collect feathers. She placed three dark jay feathers on each of her two newly born sons' left ears, one a vulnerable soul yet to be perished, and one her young and wayward demonic angel.
She gazed into the cracks of their blind eyes, and she knew, her family would be eternally tainted. But the insightful female knew better than to let it wither and die, she knew, that if you love a flower, don't pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. It is about appreciation. Falling in love you remain a child; rising in love you mature. By and by love becomes not a relationship, it becomes a state of your being. Not that you are in love...now you are love.
She always knew.
All was fairly calm and tranquil when the two opposites had their first and only children, 'til it was time. Time for Rakov to take action.

What she saw in her one, particular son wasn't the same as it used to be. He wasn't the mellifluous, euphonious sonorous of The Sirens no more; he was not euphoria...he was dysphoria. His name was no longer Siren.
A name that he didn't know the meaning for. Was it a connection to the beautiful, dulcet toned sounds of the night his mother would always listen to, or the phenomenal, soaring tunes she'd pictured him to become? Or was it both. Regardless of what a brave, bold, and beautiful name she thought it would be, it would just not fulfill him...he'd never find his soulful self.
He was like the concluding passage of a piece or movement, the melancholic death of a life-teeming melody. He did not only need a name that would surpass his howl evoked from his mother; but what he also needed was the so-called immortality invoked from his father.

He needed something to resemble both life and death. Euphoria and dysphoria. Metanoia and defeatist failure. Eternity and ephermality.

Something that would define as a beautiful song dripping with a slaughterous gore of a living death.
His name was Coda.

The day his father killed his mother and hustled him and his brother into the outdoors at only the age of two MoonCycles was the day their hearts were poisoned.
Commencing with the typical, "tooth and fang" chat, his father buried the two stainless, pure, two-month-olds' souls in the midst of his bloodbath. All the killing, the torture, the sadistic power over the forest. He buried them in everything, to feel his immortality rise in the waves of the bloodbath.
The reasons for his father's cruel deeds remained unknown. The two brother's could only guess that it'd been born from his bloodbath-past.
Oh how time goes by so quickly. How children grow up so fast. This life was like a swimming pool...made of blood; you could dive into the liquid, but you could not see how deep it was.

Everyday, for this kid now was just the same repetitive blood waves that danced and had beaten like a heart along his uncleaned, befouled soul. An aimless trek through the heart's core of a psychotic sadist.
His father. The one who'd braced his creation, only for destruction.
Now his brother, gave more mercy to his father than Coda ever would have. To their father, he showed weakness. Uselessness. His father would finish off this worthless creature he saw, by forcing his own son, Coda, to kill his own brother.
Holding back an echoing, agonizing cry of a lingering depression, his voice faltered when he said
"No."
"No." to his father. The beast was infuriated. Driving Solda to the compact earth, he began to afflict him, clasping his teeth around Solda's neck, as he jerked it around, rumpling his flesh in a vindictive manner.
"Obey orders or worse will call on you."
Clenching his teeth to hold back a resonating howl that would reverberate a melancholic trance throughout the forest the wolf family ruled, he then yanked his brother from his father's grasp, plunging him into the river, as he began to disassemble particles.
"Faster."
Coda's soul-chilling, icy blue eyes drooped in helplessness as he ravaged at his brother's rib cage, as his teeth dug into the innermost flesh, fracturing and cracking open the weaker portions of the bones, as he compressed them against the organs, drowning him. The claw-like bone fractals penetrated through the organs, as he distorted them, with his flesh-duggen, blood painted jaws.
Brother, why? Solda's dead, arctic blue eyes heavy heartedly gazed at him.
Blood percolated throughout the river like a blooming rose as his brother gave an ear-splitting cry as Coda dragged the incision towards his arm as he malformed the arm tendons, hearing what his father would like to call "a satisfying snap" erupt in his ears, and his brother's arm was ripped clean off. Blood coated veins and muscles clung onto clumps of flesh, and bits of torn tendon floated away in a flooding sea of blood.
Rakov's eyes glinted in pleasure.
Remorsefully, Coda locked his concave jaws in a solid position around the neck, inflicting obliteration so as to impair its regular function, and narrowing the passage of oxygen. As Coda gorged into Solda's neck, his fangs brushed a thin, stringy substance. Veins. The jugular veins.
Guilt ridden, he yanked back at them, he exposed the passages of blood to the dusky blue dome of a sky, as they all popped open, as his defeatist sibling ejected blood out of his mouth.
Solda's chest was completely slit open now, and patches of his rib cage lead to his now hollow core. Organs lay limp at the bottom of the lugubrious river.
Sweet dreams, brother. Coda stood silently, wrinkling his face in the most grotesque of ways. You are free from this hell.
But this wasn't enough for Rakov. He'd take this a little more further...
His father began to enforce the kill with Coda, shoving him to the side as he hooked his incisors to the back of Solda's skull, as he dragged them down towards the muzzle, flesh peeling off like alder bark to reveal the pure white skull. Contorting that once youthful and innocent face of his son into a gruesome mess, he pierced his nails into the frontal nerve of the eyes, and they fidgeted under them.
Gnawing at one of the rib cage's bones, he plucked a few pieces out, thrusting them far off into the river.
A few painful moments past, as he watched his father shred up his own brother...the one born into the universe with him, into a bloody pulp, and now to see the red, disintegrated remains of his brother washing away along the dark river.
His father then vituperated Coda with befouled words after a few heavy breaths, as shame and guilt encompassed him, getting disparaged by his father in the gentle inferno of the sunset sky.
The sky seemed so free, so elegant, carelessly watching the blood river. They sang a song that could not be heard, as the clouds drifted above him. You, can shut up, he thought.
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"Only for destruction." He'd always tell himself. "Only for carnage. Only for death. Slaughter. Blood. Gore. Impurity. Sadism. Dysphoria. Agony. Massacre. Murder. Butchery. Bloodbath. Bloodletting. Cruelty. Ferocity. Annihilation. Obliteration. Sinning. Brutality. Barbarity. Fury. Tooth. Claw. Fang."
Twelve MoonCycles had past, and he'd matured. He'd become the most dexterous of killing abide his father. He'd grown dominance, control, and respect throughout his forest, like father, like son. Like king, like prince. Like knowledge. Like teachings.
Coda's innocence and purity was dying, but he still held the sympathy and compassion of others clutched to his core.
He'd ate the moon, yes, the moon of dysphoria. He could not cleanse himself now, he could just take no more.
He would escape.
To eat the moon of euphoria.

He would have already. But hence not he had by then, you ask?
His father could kill, is why.
But this could be his chance, he'd gained his ability to slaughter dozens in a day. But that was not what he'd wished for. He didn't ask for any of this. He would waste no more of his life. He was going to do it. A choice.
Flee, or die.
His father had never given any hint of sympathy for his son, he did not care of his emotions or true desires. He'd kept his son with him for an entire twelve MoonCycles now, and Coda had stayed, stayed with not a hint of mercy.
If Coda could not flee, he'd let his father torture and kill him; that was the way it would be. He was not willing to live if he could not experience freedom, the obvious choice.
..and to his surprise, that night, for the first and only time, he'd tortured his father. He done it. Anything quick enough to get away from this wretched place. Just long enough. Just tormentful enough to keep his father down.
Coda had simply dislocated his father's achilles tendon, giving him a disadvantage of walking. Atleast for now.
"Run away." his father's eyes seemed to say as he lay on the ground. "I'll make no plans to call on you. But if you stay, I will kill you."
He stole away into the darkness of the night, no moon casting an illuminating gaze across the ground as a lone figure hurried across the landscape, heart, mind, and soul polluted forevermore, and his mother's recollected howl spearing at him, like a farewell symphony.

Now indulging in his earned freedom, he spent most of his days enjoying nature's beauty and hunting like any lone wolf. Just a wanderer.
He also began to pull off the ability to attract many mates, as he gained a flirtatious personality. He's done it countless times, but none of them seemed to be "the one".
Until he met Yoru.
Yoru, wasn't like the others, the others, as in his many mates. Yoru wasn't the type that was forwarded to any feminine mannerisms, not at all. But of course it wasn't just that, she was more of the insightful kind, which reminded him of his mother. She played the psychologist, and had helped Coda cope with his undeniable past with her diligent, tomboyish, and dreamy personality.
She stood out.
It was somewhat hard to explain, this love. It definitely wasn't the ring of fire Coda's parents had fell into, but it was just a very close friendship, and friendship is the purest of love. It is the highest form of love where nothing is asked for, a condition where someone simply enjoys giving.
They both dreamt of creating a pack together, and their thoughts were like stars they couldn't fathom into constellations.
They are leading it together now, and their relationship continues. Coda is satisfied now, but his past and dark desires influenced by his father still lurches amongst his heart, mind, and soul.
thumb|center|216x216px|link= Several MoonCycles later, out of the blue, Yoru had commit suicide, leaving Coda obviously shooken, and the experience haunts him to this day. Ghost, his daughter, had suspected that she only commit suicide hence she believed she thought she did not deserve to live, for many reasons, but it had definitely left the family of wolves trembling for a while.
But Yoru was always with them.

Description
My wolf OC That I roleplay as on animal jam his info.

Age: 600months(50 in human years)

Motto:❝I'm sick of crying, I'm tired of trying. Sometimes I'm smiling, but inside...I'm dying.❞❝They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling.❞

Discription: With a well-constructed, slender build and usually blood-stained paws, Coda is taller and lighter than the usual height and weight of a male adult wolf. His eyes are alluringly eldritch, as he is never seen to blink, with fractal-like shards of intricate ice and night dancing among his sinister, disquieting pupils, and if you ever inter-lock your vision with his, you will begin to see vendetta and an unfathomable emotion gorged amid of his ocean eyes. His piercing eyes contrast against his slick black and burnt sienna hues of pelt. The most notable aspects of his physical appearance are known to be beastly, handsome, soul-chilling, and benumbing, but despite his first impressions and acrimonic gaze, Coda is also a good-natured, light-hearted, fatherly melastic timber wolf with a soft spot for pups. But if Nocturne is threatened then his emotions will completely change to barbarously deleterious and diliriously vindictive. espite his first impressions and acrimonic gaze, Coda is also a good-natured, light-hearted, fatherly melastic timber wolf with a soft spot for pups. But if Nocturne is threatened then his emotions will completely change to barbarously deleterious and diliriously vindictive. Coda's mindset revolves around Nocturne coming first and will oppose any threat without hesitation. He fights for the purpose of maintaining peace and he wants nothing more that to cleanse Nocturne of all impurities and bring it back to its true, soulful, and equanimous self. You could say that he is a quite charming, whimsical, and flirtatious wolf who towers over his comrades with the savage strength to match, and although he proves a worthy ally in battle, others are wise enough to keep well away from him. Even his mate and Astra will be sure not to set him off. Coda's unpredictable behaviour makes him dangerous. He tends to get out of control in battle, an eldritch emotion forcing him to continue with his bloodlust, ravenous slaughters. He isn't fazed by threats or death, and in battle, Yoru tolerates the brute simply because he's useful, and no one would argue that. His current moods are happy, depressed , he has bad days and good days on his bad days he lays down and sits in his den and thinks, thinks, and thinks.

Bio Fan fic: ( ALL CREDIT GOES TO SereneUniverse for writing this)❝At birth, blood dripped onto my heart and said "hello".❞

A strange chill overcame myself within. The substance trickled down my spine, slowly making its way down to my resting head. I opened my eyes, for one of the first times in my entire life. It had only been one MoonCycle since the very first opening of my eyes. Expecting to see the beautifully soothing, young face of my mother, my newly awwakened vison was poisoned with the sight of a behemoth. Father.
Mother was dead.
"Get up."
The birth of a demonic angel.

Their son was born in the chilly months of winter. In a hollowed out tree stump came the life of a young child. His burnt sepia and slick black painted fur, akin to his father, and long and smooth like his mother's. The child was named Siren.
At the time the young Siren had yet to fully open his eyes and ears, and he lay in a seemingly unconscious manner next to his mother.
Safe, he thought, sweet, he thought, sound he thought. Betrayal, mother saw, lies, mother saw, ugly, mother saw. Peace, brother heard, tranquility, brother heard, alacrity, brother heard. Blood, father tasted, flesh, father tasted, organs, father tasted.
A broken family that would only teem and surpass of nightmares.

In youth, two wolves, Rakov and Aisu, fell in a peculiar ring of fire in the midst of summer. Love. So-called "love". Aisu fell for purity, compassion, and trust. Rakov fell for power, immortality, and triumph...and as they fell down, the flames went higher.
Higher.
Too high.
Too high, that the sky broke like an egg into the full sunset, and the water set fire.
They eventually had a small set of cubs; two of them, Solda and Siren. Solda, a cool grey wolf with soft blue eyes inherited from the mother, and a coarse pelt inherited from the father. Siren had a burnt sienna and inky black coat like his father, long and silky alike his mother.
Despite the way Aisu dove into this beastly brute's heart and into those demonic eyes, she always knew, that a view point from the religious, she would always be the angel, and he would always be the devil. She should beware of those who collect feathers. She placed three dark jay feathers on each of her two newly born sons' left ears, one a vulnerable soul yet to be perished, and one her young and wayward demonic angel.
She gazed into the cracks of their blind eyes, and she knew, her family would be eternally tainted. But the insightful female knew better than to let it wither and die, she knew, that if you love a flower, don't pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. It is about appreciation. Falling in love you remain a child; rising in love you mature. By and by love becomes not a relationship, it becomes a state of your being. Not that you are in love...now you are love.
She always knew.
All was fairly calm and tranquil when the two opposites had their first and only children, 'til it was time. Time for Rakov to take action.

What she saw in her one, particular son wasn't the same as it used to be. He wasn't the mellifluous, euphonious sonorous of The Sirens no more; he was not euphoria...he was dysphoria. His name was no longer Siren.
A name that he didn't know the meaning for. Was it a connection to the beautiful, dulcet toned sounds of the night his mother would always listen to, or the phenomenal, soaring tunes she'd pictured him to become? Or was it both. Regardless of what a brave, bold, and beautiful name she thought it would be, it would just not fulfill him...he'd never find his soulful self.
He was like the concluding passage of a piece or movement, the melancholic death of a life-teeming melody. He did not only need a name that would surpass his howl evoked from his mother; but what he also needed was the so-called immortality invoked from his father.

He needed something to resemble both life and death. Euphoria and dysphoria. Metanoia and defeatist failure. Eternity and ephermality.

Something that would define as a beautiful song dripping with a slaughterous gore of a living death.
His name was Coda.

The day his father killed his mother and hustled him and his brother into the outdoors at only the age of two MoonCycles was the day their hearts were poisoned.
Commencing with the typical, "tooth and fang" chat, his father buried the two stainless, pure, two-month-olds' souls in the midst of his bloodbath. All the killing, the torture, the sadistic power over the forest. He buried them in everything, to feel his immortality rise in the waves of the bloodbath.
The reasons for his father's cruel deeds remained unknown. The two brother's could only guess that it'd been born from his bloodbath-past.
Oh how time goes by so quickly. How children grow up so fast. This life was like a swimming pool...made of blood; you could dive into the liquid, but you could not see how deep it was.

Everyday, for this kid now was just the same repetitive blood waves that danced and had beaten like a heart along his uncleaned, befouled soul. An aimless trek through the heart's core of a psychotic sadist.
His father. The one who'd braced his creation, only for destruction.
Now his brother, gave more mercy to his father than Coda ever would have. To their father, he showed weakness. Uselessness. His father would finish off this worthless creature he saw, by forcing his own son, Coda, to kill his own brother.
Holding back an echoing, agonizing cry of a lingering depression, his voice faltered when he said
"No."
"No." to his father. The beast was infuriated. Driving Solda to the compact earth, he began to afflict him, clasping his teeth around Solda's neck, as he jerked it around, rumpling his flesh in a vindictive manner.
"Obey orders or worse will call on you."
Clenching his teeth to hold back a resonating howl that would reverberate a melancholic trance throughout the forest the wolf family ruled, he then yanked his brother from his father's grasp, plunging him into the river, as he began to disassemble particles.
"Faster."
Coda's soul-chilling, icy blue eyes drooped in helplessness as he ravaged at his brother's rib cage, as his teeth dug into the innermost flesh, fracturing and cracking open the weaker portions of the bones, as he compressed them against the organs, drowning him. The claw-like bone fractals penetrated through the organs, as he distorted them, with his flesh-duggen, blood painted jaws.
Brother, why? Solda's dead, arctic blue eyes heavy heartedly gazed at him.
Blood percolated throughout the river like a blooming rose as his brother gave an ear-splitting cry as Coda dragged the incision towards his arm as he malformed the arm tendons, hearing what his father would like to call "a satisfying snap" erupt in his ears, and his brother's arm was ripped clean off. Blood coated veins and muscles clung onto clumps of flesh, and bits of torn tendon floated away in a flooding sea of blood.
Rakov's eyes glinted in pleasure.
Remorsefully, Coda locked his concave jaws in a solid position around the neck, inflicting obliteration so as to impair its regular function, and narrowing the passage of oxygen. As Coda gorged into Solda's neck, his fangs brushed a thin, stringy substance. Veins. The jugular veins.
Guilt ridden, he yanked back at them, he exposed the passages of blood to the dusky blue dome of a sky, as they all popped open, as his defeatist sibling ejected blood out of his mouth.
Solda's chest was completely slit open now, and patches of his rib cage lead to his now hollow core. Organs lay limp at the bottom of the lugubrious river.
Sweet dreams, brother. Coda stood silently, wrinkling his face in the most grotesque of ways. You are free from this hell.
But this wasn't enough for Rakov. He'd take this a little more further...
His father began to enforce the kill with Coda, shoving him to the side as he hooked his incisors to the back of Solda's skull, as he dragged them down towards the muzzle, flesh peeling off like alder bark to reveal the pure white skull. Contorting that once youthful and innocent face of his son into a gruesome mess, he pierced his nails into the frontal nerve of the eyes, and they fidgeted under them.
Gnawing at one of the rib cage's bones, he plucked a few pieces out, thrusting them far off into the river.
A few painful moments past, as he watched his father shred up his own brother...the one born into the universe with him, into a bloody pulp, and now to see the red, disintegrated remains of his brother washing away along the dark river.
His father then vituperated Coda with befouled words after a few heavy breaths, as shame and guilt encompassed him, getting disparaged by his father in the gentle inferno of the sunset sky.
The sky seemed so free, so elegant, carelessly watching the blood river. They sang a song that could not be heard, as the clouds drifted above him. You, can shut up, he thought.
thumb|center|464x464px|link=
"Only for destruction." He'd always tell himself. "Only for carnage. Only for death. Slaughter. Blood. Gore. Impurity. Sadism. Dysphoria. Agony. Massacre. Murder. Butchery. Bloodbath. Bloodletting. Cruelty. Ferocity. Annihilation. Obliteration. Sinning. Brutality. Barbarity. Fury. Tooth. Claw. Fang."
Twelve MoonCycles had past, and he'd matured. He'd become the most dexterous of killing abide his father. He'd grown dominance, control, and respect throughout his forest, like father, like son. Like king, like prince. Like knowledge. Like teachings.
Coda's innocence and purity was dying, but he still held the sympathy and compassion of others clutched to his core.
He'd ate the moon, yes, the moon of dysphoria. He could not cleanse himself now, he could just take no more.
He would escape.
To eat the moon of euphoria.

He would have already. But hence not he had by then, you ask?
His father could kill, is why.
But this could be his chance, he'd gained his ability to slaughter dozens in a day. But that was not what he'd wished for. He didn't ask for any of this. He would waste no more of his life. He was going to do it. A choice.
Flee, or die.
His father had never given any hint of sympathy for his son, he did not care of his emotions or true desires. He'd kept his son with him for an entire twelve MoonCycles now, and Coda had stayed, stayed with not a hint of mercy.
If Coda could not flee, he'd let his father torture and kill him; that was the way it would be. He was not willing to live if he could not experience freedom, the obvious choice.
..and to his surprise, that night, for the first and only time, he'd tortured his father. He done it. Anything quick enough to get away from this wretched place. Just long enough. Just tormentful enough to keep his father down.
Coda had simply dislocated his father's achilles tendon, giving him a disadvantage of walking. Atleast for now.
"Run away." his father's eyes seemed to say as he lay on the ground. "I'll make no plans to call on you. But if you stay, I will kill you."
He stole away into the darkness of the night, no moon casting an illuminating gaze across the ground as a lone figure hurried across the landscape, heart, mind, and soul polluted forevermore, and his mother's recollected howl spearing at him, like a farewell symphony.

Now indulging in his earned freedom, he spent most of his days enjoying nature's beauty and hunting like any lone wolf. Just a wanderer.
He also began to pull off the ability to attract many mates, as he gained a flirtatious personality. He's done it countless times, but none of them seemed to be "the one".
Until he met Yoru.
Yoru, wasn't like the others, the others, as in his many mates. Yoru wasn't the type that was forwarded to any feminine mannerisms, not at all. But of course it wasn't just that, she was more of the insightful kind, which reminded him of his mother. She played the psychologist, and had helped Coda cope with his undeniable past with her diligent, tomboyish, and dreamy personality.
She stood out.
It was somewhat hard to explain, this love. It definitely wasn't the ring of fire Coda's parents had fell into, but it was just a very close friendship, and friendship is the purest of love. It is the highest form of love where nothing is asked for, a condition where someone simply enjoys giving.
They both dreamt of creating a pack together, and their thoughts were like stars they couldn't fathom into constellations.
They are leading it together now, and their relationship continues. Coda is satisfied now, but his past and dark desires influenced by his father still lurches amongst his heart, mind, and soul.
thumb|center|216x216px|link= Several MoonCycles later, out of the blue, Yoru had commit suicide, leaving Coda obviously shooken, and the experience haunts him to this day. Ghost, his daughter, had suspected that she only commit suicide hence she believed she thought she did not deserve to live, for many reasons, but it had definitely left the family of wolves trembling for a while.
But Yoru was always with them.