Drifter

Drifter was shooed from his pack, blood dripping from a cut on his face. The others laughed at him, he turned back over his shoulder and stated. "I'll be back, when you least expect it... and Hell's Coming With Me."

He walked for many miles, trudged through a forest, the mountains, and the prairie before he finally came to a stop at a pack dwelling in the swamp. "Hello there, are you a traveler?" The Alpha asked kindly. Drifter smiled and gave a sort of nod. "I guess you could say that. I'm kind of a traveler, kind of looking for another permanent home." Norðurljós was a little wary, he wanted to pry but didn't right away. Instead he gave a tilt of his head for Drifter to follow and led him back to the packs territroy.

Drifter spent his days getting to know the pack, he enjoyed the company of the packs' hunter and breeder Shinobi. He was different. Like Drifter. Finally came the day that Norðurljós asked what he meant by his statement when they first met. "You see, I was shooed away from my original pack, I was different, quiet, a little odd they would say. So they beat me up and shooed me away. I told them one day I would be back, that Hell was coming with me. Mind you I mean for no war to start, this a battle I must fight on my own and I will. But I needed a new home. I will not bring your pack into this battle and I will leave to keep the pack safe when I decide to finish my task."

Norðurljós gave a nod and thought about this. "Well when you do, know that you will always have a home here.." With that Norðurljós turned away and continued on his duties. Drifter was a bit taken aback by his statement but a smile spread across his features non-the-less.



Backstory and Lore Inspired by the song Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison
They all laughed as he turned around slow
They said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore
You just might as well go
He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees
He said, I'll be back when you least expect it
And hell's coming with me
Hell's coming with me
There is a hill at the bottom of the valley
Where all the poor souls go when they die
And if you listen real close
You can hear em' like a ghost
Saying you're never gonna make it out alive
There is a town at the bottom of that hill
They got a secret that they keep like a slave
They got a black magic preacher (ooh)
We'd do well to let him teach her
You'll be heading up that hill to the grave
And it is well, with my soul
You line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor
And on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell
I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul
There was a drifter passing through that little valley
See he had promised he was coming back to town (coming back to town)
They didn't know him by his face, or by the gun around his waist (ooh)
But he come back to burn that town to the ground
First there was fire, then there was smoke
Then that preacher man was hangin' by a rope
Then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter
Begged him please, as he raised his fist before he spoke
I am the righteous hand of God
And I am the devil that you forgot
And I told you one day you will see
That I'll be back I guarantee
And that hell's coming, hell's coming
Hell, hell's coming with me
And it is well, with my soul
You line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor
And on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell
And I said, hell's coming with me (hell's coming with me)

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