He couldn't decide what was worse -- waking up from the curse he and his clan had been put under only to discover he was alone or waking up in total darkness in a completely unfamiliar place. That night he had the magi curse him so that he could join the others in supposed eternal sleep, he thought he'd never feel anything beside the numbing grief again. But he was definitely feeling something now. Simmering anger that was close to boiling over to full fledged rage.

Snarling as he stalked the empty path in front of him, his eyes glowed a fiery white, only slightly cutting into the damned darkness enough to prevent running into the most obvious of obstacles. He'd been walking for sometime now, certain he was going in circles but finding no respite or intelligent life.

At his limit now, his great wings spread to their full span and his tilted his head back, roaring his frustration and growing panic to the unyielding shadows.