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    Dexter opened his eyes.

    The ominous, frosty scent of a misty rain enveloped him but all he gave to it was a silent huff out of his nose. Crimson eyes stared into endless buildings; buildings that filled luminous lights, one flickering from a distance for the lonely night, but he paid no attention to it.

    “This is the fifth day of a rainstorm… How uncouth for a time of the day.” He muttered, letting a steady falling of water from the sky in significant quantities dampen himself. Should he feel sick? Should he shiver from the freezing cold? Cower or whimper in fear? Run away from the lightning flashes and thundering booms?

    No. And why would he?

     He was a wolf. A wolf’s spirit could never yield from anything, even more so to prove that he was shirtless, letting his toned muscles soak like it was nothing dangerous to him. A wolf among many was born with the strong will to fight another day. Brave, courageous, undaunted, and cunning were what would bring the Alpha inside them.

    And Dexter, a young black wolf - with a distinctive white fur - was no exception. Like many others before him, he was an Alpha in his own way. But even more than that, be it better or worse - he was independent. Independent enough to see his life moving forward to anything and everything…

    … And he fought hard for it.

    “Let that rain be on its own by itself…” Dexter growled lowly. “I’ve had worse than this…”

    Dexter moved in a circular motion, his energy slowly felt rejuvenated after all that staring and contemplating, for what? An hour or so?

    He sighed, motioning both of his thumbs on the pockets from his soaking blue jeans. Eyes narrowed to the sky upon hearing another thunder roared from the dark sky, but Dexter didn’t flinch from it nor he didn’t put a footstep forward or his head turning. The state of idleness had never bored him to who knows what would happen for just about anything.

    Another lightning flashed, northwest to the young wolf’s eyes. He huffed, and a short misty breath came out of his nose. The rainstorm continued to, ironically well, rain down on him and the quiet city itself.

    Then his eyes gazed towards the empty, silent road ahead of him.

    There was that feeling. That great, intense feeling which never left him to who he was now. True that he was a lonesome wolf, a little paranoid perhaps, but that didn’t mean to stop him to do what he loved, and to the point that there was a part of him that there were a few who were there for him, even though they were far away from him. Longed to be with those familiar faces and hear the words that soothes his ears and mind.

“Remember this, Dexter. A biker’s spirit is never alone.”

    And those words echoed through his head. A subtle but powerful memoir he kept for his life. Never did he forget that in the darkest times where he finds himself amidst the chaos where thousands and thousands of obstacles awaits him. Should he disregard it, he would feel…

    Nothing.

    “I know, my friend…” Dexter breathed and closed his eyes. “I know.” And opened once more before eyeing the road again. The energy with it had been dynamic, as if it had its own life and it gave him nothing less but embolden whispers to join it. To join THEM. How satisfying it was indeed when his life brought simplicity with nothing extravagant or fancy. Time flows by, after all, but there were things that would never be forgotten to him.

    And the road shone right through him; It wasn’t real but rather to his eyes only, and for some time, he formed a small smile. A smile that was true to himself and the others who were there for him. And by the instinct of a biker, he finally found himself stepping forward, away from the city full of lights and towards the one that was given and kept for himself.

    A bike. Given as a gift by a fellow wolf who was a leader of a biker gang… And the one Dexter refused to join the gang. But the sentiments he spoke were more than enough to make the leader comprehend. Comprehended enough that he was more than honest to give him what the young wolf had today.

    “Be that as it may, the image you've given me ain't gonna fade. Not even in a thousand years.” He whispered sincerely, before putting himself up to his seat, and turned on the engine. A loud roar came from it as he twisted one of the handles.

    Turning to the road, he felt the exhilaration coming through inside him. The courage to live his own life. His growls filled the spirit of an Alpha inside him, and his handy-dandy bike eager to burst forth as the engine roared even louder.

    Now, he was ready.

    “Come on. My life as a biker won’t stop me from doing anything I want.”

    The bike was filled with tremendous energy and Dexter found himself speeding through the night.

    And there was no turning back
*****

Art - BitterkeitHass

Description

    Dexter opened his eyes.

    The ominous, frosty scent of a misty rain enveloped him but all he gave to it was a silent huff out of his nose. Crimson eyes stared into endless buildings; buildings that filled luminous lights, one flickering from a distance for the lonely night, but he paid no attention to it.

    “This is the fifth day of a rainstorm… How uncouth for a time of the day.” He muttered, letting a steady falling of water from the sky in significant quantities dampen himself. Should he feel sick? Should he shiver from the freezing cold? Cower or whimper in fear? Run away from the lightning flashes and thundering booms?

    No. And why would he?

     He was a wolf. A wolf’s spirit could never yield from anything, even more so to prove that he was shirtless, letting his toned muscles soak like it was nothing dangerous to him. A wolf among many was born with the strong will to fight another day. Brave, courageous, undaunted, and cunning were what would bring the Alpha inside them.

    And Dexter, a young black wolf - with a distinctive white fur - was no exception. Like many others before him, he was an Alpha in his own way. But even more than that, be it better or worse - he was independent. Independent enough to see his life moving forward to anything and everything…

    … And he fought hard for it.

    “Let that rain be on its own by itself…” Dexter growled lowly. “I’ve had worse than this…”

    Dexter moved in a circular motion, his energy slowly felt rejuvenated after all that staring and contemplating, for what? An hour or so?

    He sighed, motioning both of his thumbs on the pockets from his soaking blue jeans. Eyes narrowed to the sky upon hearing another thunder roared from the dark sky, but Dexter didn’t flinch from it nor he didn’t put a footstep forward or his head turning. The state of idleness had never bored him to who knows what would happen for just about anything.

    Another lightning flashed, northwest to the young wolf’s eyes. He huffed, and a short misty breath came out of his nose. The rainstorm continued to, ironically well, rain down on him and the quiet city itself.

    Then his eyes gazed towards the empty, silent road ahead of him.

    There was that feeling. That great, intense feeling which never left him to who he was now. True that he was a lonesome wolf, a little paranoid perhaps, but that didn’t mean to stop him to do what he loved, and to the point that there was a part of him that there were a few who were there for him, even though they were far away from him. Longed to be with those familiar faces and hear the words that soothes his ears and mind.

“Remember this, Dexter. A biker’s spirit is never alone.”

    And those words echoed through his head. A subtle but powerful memoir he kept for his life. Never did he forget that in the darkest times where he finds himself amidst the chaos where thousands and thousands of obstacles awaits him. Should he disregard it, he would feel…

    Nothing.

    “I know, my friend…” Dexter breathed and closed his eyes. “I know.” And opened once more before eyeing the road again. The energy with it had been dynamic, as if it had its own life and it gave him nothing less but embolden whispers to join it. To join THEM. How satisfying it was indeed when his life brought simplicity with nothing extravagant or fancy. Time flows by, after all, but there were things that would never be forgotten to him.

    And the road shone right through him; It wasn’t real but rather to his eyes only, and for some time, he formed a small smile. A smile that was true to himself and the others who were there for him. And by the instinct of a biker, he finally found himself stepping forward, away from the city full of lights and towards the one that was given and kept for himself.

    A bike. Given as a gift by a fellow wolf who was a leader of a biker gang… And the one Dexter refused to join the gang. But the sentiments he spoke were more than enough to make the leader comprehend. Comprehended enough that he was more than honest to give him what the young wolf had today.

    “Be that as it may, the image you've given me ain't gonna fade. Not even in a thousand years.” He whispered sincerely, before putting himself up to his seat, and turned on the engine. A loud roar came from it as he twisted one of the handles.

    Turning to the road, he felt the exhilaration coming through inside him. The courage to live his own life. His growls filled the spirit of an Alpha inside him, and his handy-dandy bike eager to burst forth as the engine roared even louder.

    Now, he was ready.

    “Come on. My life as a biker won’t stop me from doing anything I want.”

    The bike was filled with tremendous energy and Dexter found himself speeding through the night.

    And there was no turning back
*****

Art - BitterkeitHass