Cryptic

Cryptic, a Shadow of Kenopsia.
Formerly a Nomad before he was succeeded by his apprentice Doe.

Despite his name Cryptic does not speak in riddles. He relishes his brutally honest speeches. Going so far as to insert himself into any and all conversation just to employ his mean words. ( hc from #67675!)

May 31st, year 4.
The rain had started to calm by the time he made it back onto the familiar trail that led to Kenopsia's camp, the scent of blood heavy in the air as he slowly limped forward with a small she-wolf carefully balanced on his back. What an eventful night. He thought bitterly, muzzle pulled into a deep scowl.

"Why the hell did that lynx have to bite so damn hard? Now It'll take even longer to get back.." He groaned, feeling the ache of the wound in his back leg as he walked. [Scar: Bite obtained]

His thoughts lingered to the small wolf asleep on his back. Who was she? Why was she all the way out here? Though, I suppose that doesn't matter now. If she hadn't been injured and looked so scared, he would have left her behind.

"You better not die, brat. You owe me for this." He muttered into the silence of the taiga as he continued on.


April 27th year 9, death