Biography The desert can be harsh withering the unlucky away till there nothing but shinny white bones. I am I was an avian wolf the winged wolves beloved by most but one mistake left me without an eye and my wings clipped stranded in a never ending desert to make things worse I was with pups one by one the little ones fell to the desert leaving me with but one sckelaton pup. I howl for all my losses I howl for me heat comes and the desert makes it worse and I howl for the pain to end.
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