we're not gonna take it [we built this city]

[Racing]

I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars

Hale

I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real

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So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not

freshly minted;; 2

But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got

Wolf

I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense

Dire x Gray

I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out

Black;; midnight, pitch, cave.

I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not

Blue;; electric blue.

But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

Stag

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me

They call me an abomination. They say half my kind died out a long time ago, and that my coat color is a result of inbreeding and mutation. I do not deny I am an abomination. I welcome the thought. But please, if you're going to insult me, have tact. My name is Hale, and I will not anwser to anything but that. You may call me Alpha any time you wish, however. Since that's what I am. Alpha of the neutral nature, really... But I definitely lean towards the dark. I am a wolf of few words, and more liable to growl that actually anwser. I can't stand constant chattering, though if you endear yourself to me I will tolerate it. I don't like to play much, but again, those who endear themselves to me... Basically, I hate other wolves and have extreme trust issues, always cynical and always critical. 'Strong and silent' would describe me well. I am a rock, steady and unshakable, so that others may lean on me. But anger is my only constant. It is what keeps me sane. Anger, and a sense of pack. I'm lonely. I'm a lonely, and sensitive guy underneath all my spiky armor. Just... Not everyone seems to see that.

I won't be ignored
Time won't change this damage anymore

Hale was born the sole male of a litter of two, in the middle of an Arctic winter, to the Alpha and Alpha of the large pack. His mother was sickly upon the breeding, and sickly upon the birthing, so it was just luck that she pulled through. Hale had a sister, but she was trampled by an angry bull moose, resulting in her death, when they were seven months old. Shortly after that tradegy, Hale took off. He had to get away, and that was easier when he turned a year old. Hale knew his father had been prepping both him and his sister for leadership, but while his sister had taken to it, Hale had approached it grudgingly. At the young age of 1 1/2, Hale tresspassed into a very brutal Alpha's territory. The wolf was angry that Hale, much younger but roughly the same size, dared to enter his land, and attacked. Hale, always a viscous fighter, managed to win in record time, and in a show of his Alpha blood and Alpha mindset, he tore the other's throat out. Hale now stood owner of a pack. An Alpha. But not too long after that, disaster struck. A horrible disease that wreaked havoc across the lands, killing almost all the wolves. Hale proved immune, and upon realizing all of his pack was dead, he traveled home to be consoled by his parents... Upon getting there, he discovered them all dead. His childhood friends, packmates, parents... All dead. Hale's grief and rage was palpable, and he ran rampant for the next 3 months until he came into the Lands of the Blue Moon. Here, he has learned to control himself. Here, he was learned to hate and distrust and be, well, not the teenaged wolf he really is. Hale doesn't want anything from life, and can only hope life wants nothing from him.

Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

My electric blue irises tracked across the tundra, searching for any sort of sign of any kind of life. There was an abundance of prey-type animals, but not a single predator... Of the wolf type. A heavy breath whistled in and out of my lungs as I held myself low, not willing to scare the prey creatures, but not willing to move. Where were my family? My old, my pre-Pack pack? A low whine escaped my throat before I was up and off, scaring the lesser animals out of my way. My huge, easily 300 pound body of muscle hurtled itself across the snow, breath ripped away by the wind. "Mother! Father!" He yipped, sounding like the child he was, the child who had lost his pack to a brutal disease and now, feared had also lost his home pack. A snarl involuntarily escaped, his heart slowly tamping down emotions and eating away at his sanity. His control over his animalistic side. It was not his fault his father had trained him, ruthlessly, trained him and his dearest sister to fight to the death and never take no for an anwser. Not his fault his father had slammed into him that he was a monster, a creature created to destory and an abomination. That her death was his fault. That was his fault. His sister's dead. Hale's whimper, his cry of pain, echoed across the tundra that as he rounded the corner, was suddenly filled with dead bodies. His... His littermates, the wolves he'd grown up with... They were there, and there was his uncles and aunts, and oh no, not little Kell, too, she was the newest pup and so sick... And... Hale's eyes widened and he howled, a short, sharp note, one announcing one Alpha to another. There was no anwser, and perhaps it was then that Hale's heart truly broke. He staggered to the shared den of his parents, and slumped to his belly at the sight. His father's body lay strew protectively in front of his mother's, but there was nothing left to protect, and nothing left to be protected by. Both dead. Hale was the last of his line, of his whole pack. He had been the only wolf to ever leave the medium-ranged, tight-knit pack, and now he was the only survivor.

Electric blue closed and opened, rapidly, breath shortening. His family, his pack, they were dead. Dead, dead, dead! A voice in his head screamed, and the wolf pawed at his head, claws digging in and scoring from his ears to his muzzle. Then the wolf got to his paws, and ran. He ran like nothing he had ever ran like before, he ran like he tried to kill himself, he ran like anything under the sun was his enemy. And he didn't stop running until he had reached Blue Moon. Not two steps over the border, his heart stumbled, and he drew in a sharp gasp. Nothing made sense anymore... But as Hale spent time in this Land, he grew to be a sourwolf. He hated other wolves coming in contact with him, would snap and snarl at any... And he never trusted anything. Never again would he, ever, trust wolves or their surroundings. Everything was his enemy. And he was fine with that.

-title credit Rock of Ages, We're Not Gonna Take It / We Built This City
-lyrics credit Linkin Park, Faint

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