[UNAR]
Left alone once again, prince Unar of the lycan Udrad let himself fall to the ground this time. He had been holding on for a long time, trying to be sane for his family, and yet in the end, the result was always going to be the some.
He lost.
Unar looked around him, the dead lycans laying rotting on the fields, glaring at him, haunting him as he stared back at them. they lay there on the ground, their families unable to even come to claim them, because the war was still on.
No one knew whether this was the end fo the long battle they had encountered, or if this was just another uncertain break. however one this was certain. Unar was tired of fighting everything including himself.
"I really am good at failing, right?" Unar said to no one in particular, as he fixed his eyes on the one spot his father had once been standing. It was heartwarming for a moment, knowing that his father was alive.
