I remember everything…

I remember who I am.

I remember who I was with.

I remember what I was.

I remember what I did.

I remember where I was.

I remember where I need to be.

I remember when this happened.

I remember when we were all together.

I remember why I was there.

I remember why everything changed.

I don't know how it came to this.

I don't know how they all disappeared.

My name is Toboe,

I am a wolf.

*HOWL*

(Night)

Deep in the heart of the city, shrouded in darkness, a lone wolf sniffs the air. The scent of a lunar flower was thick in the air. He fallowed the scent quickly, hoping to any god out there that he could find it. If he found it, he might know what happened to Tsume and the others. They could all be dead, or they could have forgotten the young wolf and made it to Paradise without him. Sadness made its way into the poor wolf but he shook it aside, thinking about his new life now and he was grateful. His new life was a blessing in itself, serving as a small peak inside a real heaven.

The young wolf lived with a low class noble and works there as the mistresses daughter's nanny. Manny, if you enjoy the title. He enjoys spending time with them then being a beggar on the street wondering if his pack members decided to ditch him and move on. His life is better now, so no use crying over spilt milk. Even though his boss, the child's mother, isn't the nicest living soul, it was better. He wonders what the smell could be and as a wolf himself, he has a right to fallow that scent.

*HOWL*

(Night)

He knew he was going to be late on his job but something was telling him to go west. A certain scent caught his attention on his little walk and he was fallowing it. He knew he might have to miss his chance tonight and do it some other time but his warning did say he was going tonight. He never went down on his word. But this smell was driving him crazy. The scent was familiar yet also held a nauseous hold on his stomach. He knew this scent, whatever it was, was important. Maybe it had to do with something in his past? He fallowed the scent quickly.

He walked out in the open, not really caring if anyone saw him. He was Tsume, the art thief! If he wanted to get caught –which he doesn't –it would have happened long ago. No one could catch the white haired male and no one except for a select few knew he was the renowned art thief, Tsume the Wolf. But he took the title from the previous Tsume the Wolf. After meeting him a couple days after waking from the coma and living on his own, the man thought to pass the title to him as his predecessor. Luckily, thay had the same taste in art, beauty, and names. How would it be if he took the title but was named Bob or something? That would not do.

Tsume the Wolf steals art. He didn't go after just anything though. He was like his own critique. He only stole the items in which HE thought was beautiful enough to be worth the steal. Paint splattered on a canvas? That's kinder garden work. He won't even look at one. To him, they are hideous. But what can he say? He can't do any better but still, he doesn't like them. This means they're not worth stealing. Since waking from his coma a few years ago, Tsume had to find a way to live in Sun Lost City. The only thing he remembered after waking from a coma was that he was a thief. He remembers stealing from Nobles in another town but other then that, he doesn't remember anything else, excluding his name of course.

Sighing loudly, he walked on. His body and nose was on the smell but his mind was on his recent activity in this town. He looked up at the full moon before gasping in surprise. There, standing tall and proud, was a large brown wolf staring at the same moon Tsume was looking at previously. A name came into mind instantly. Toboe…

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