It was cold,crisp,and the winds of the blizzard pierced the wolfs fur as he walked slowly along the sidewalk. He shivered and breathed slowly,seeing his own breath float upwards and then getting blown away into the darkness of the night. He had cuts all over his face and looked like shit,his jeans were torn a little with his jacket worn out and his scarf torn a bit. He started to cry but he had an emotionless face as he made his way to a payphone. The wolf hesitated a bit but finally gave in and entered the quarter into the slot. He picked up the phone and pressed the numbers,shaking with the cold on his fur and starting to cry endlessly. He sniffled when the phone started to ring and a voice was heard.

Silver: " *Sniff* I...I'm so tired.....so...tired

The wolf said as he closed his eyes and clenched his fist.

William: "Silver! Is that you!? Where the hell are you! I'll call a cab! Stay right there! The CIA is worried about as I am!"

William said through the phone in a worried voice and full of shock. The wolf shook his head slowly.

Silver: "No.....I..I'm not going back...*sniff* ...I'm sorry but I just can't....My powers....they stopped working for some reason...I...I can't keep *Sniff* going on with all this shit. If they try to find me I'll kill them all. *Sniff*.

The wolf hanged up and kept walking. His vision was getting blurry as his body couldn't keep all the corruption in his heart. He felt like letting go,so he did. He collapsed on the snowy floor and blacked out. \

(An Excerpt from The Life Of Silver Blayken. You can check the story out on Deviantart art (My user: Silverappend90 ) This is one of my favorite moments of his life. It shows how hard he tries to not dwelt back in his past and to just keep going on if it kills him.) :3 ~I finally wrote something in my spare time!~