[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was always a happy-go-lucky guy, one who automatically loved every child he saw, one who was once a powerful role model to so many. He had only hit a low patch when he was young for he was always depressed and broken as a child due to his mother having abandoned him and his father treating him like ghost. His uncle jumped off a cliff in front of him, he watched his sister get eaten alive by a lion, but once he grew older, it all went away. Lately, however, he was feeling that lowliness creeping out of the shadows of his childhood. All of his lover were dead, as were his friends, and, perhaps, most of his children. He was really alone in this world, but being an angel, he could not die like they could; He was a stuck being immortal, and it sucked.
The wolf dog laid stretched out in a clearing near camp, his pale amber eyes watching a fine line of ants march by. He absorbed the sun's warm rays as they made him feel a bit better, but not by much. Drawing in a breath, Realmwright lifted his head and looked up, watching a few birds hop around in the trees above.