`` From Betrayal ; We Seek Revenge ``

Part 1:Thick, Black Feathers Shifted As Agrios Skylos Lay Quietly On A Rocky Ledge, His Gaze Fixed On The Distant Hills. The Evening Sky, Streaked With The Deep Purples And Reds Of A Dying Sun, Casting Long Shadows Across His Fur, Blending Him Almost Seamlessly With The Twilight. His Wings Folded Around Him Like A Cloak, Vast And Dark, Their Edges Tracing The Outline Of His Muscular Form. Beneath The Serene Mask, Though, Was A Simmering Storm—A Memory Of Betrayal, Of Bonds Broken And Oaths Turned To Ash.
A Faint Whimper Caught His Ear, And He Lowered His Gaze To The Small Figure Nestled Close Against His Chest. The Creature Was A Young African Wild Dog, Its Pelt A Striking Mosaic Of Gold, Black, And White, Marred By Scrapes And Old Scars. The Youngling Had Wandered Into His Territory Days Before, A Trembling Ball Of Fur And Fear. At First, Agrios Had Intended To Ignore It, To Let It Find Its Own Way In The Wild. But Something In Its Wounded Eyes Mirrored His Own, A Painful Familiarity That Tugged At The Walls He'd Built Around His Heart.
Slowly, Over Days And Nights Shared In Silence, He Found Himself Watching Over The Young One, Shielding It From The Dangers That Lurked In The Shadows. It Was An Unfamiliar Role, This Act Of Guardianship, And Yet There Was A Comfort In It. The World Had Left Its Scars On Both Of Them—Him, The Immortal Guardian Betrayed And Cast Aside; The Pup, Lost And Abandoned.
Agrios Had Learned That True Freedom Came Not In Serving Others Blindly, But In Choosing His Own Path, Free From The Chains Of Expectations And Allegiances. As He Looked Down At Young One Curled Against Him, He Felt A Quiet Resolve. He Would Protect This Creature, Not Out Of Duty, But Out Of Choice. In Its Small, Fragile Life, He Saw A Reflection Of His Own Journey—A Path Wrought With Pain, Yet Leading Toward A Freedom That Could Only Be Found In Self-Discovery.
The Ankh Above His Head Glowed Faintly In The Deepening Twilight, A Reminder Of His Eternal Life And The Wisdom He'd Gained Through Ages Past. And As He Gazed Out Into The Night, He Whispered To The Dark, "In Betrayal, I Discovered My Freedom."

Part 2: The winds carried whispers of change as Agrios Skylos stood alone on a rocky outcrop, his wings folded tightly against his back. The evening sky painted in hues of purple and red blended with the shadows, but his eyes were fixed on something beyond the horizon, something calling to him. He had once been a guardian, an immortal figure betrayed by the bonds of his past. Now, after years of silence and solitude, the world had shifted once more, and with it, his path.
Beside him, nestled close against his chest, lay a young wild dog, its fur a patchwork of gold, black, and white, marred by scars both old and new. The pup had wandered into his life broken and trembling, much like Agrios had felt when he was betrayed by those he trusted. The bond that had formed between them was one of choice, not duty—a quiet companionship born of shared pain and mutual understanding.
But even the bond with the young pup could not fill the emptiness that gnawed at Agrios. He had walked alone for so long, and despite the comfort he found in protecting the pup, a darker, more potent call reached out to him. The Serpent's Howl—a pack led by a creature of legend—had begun to speak his name in the wind. Their alpha, Jörmungandr, was not just any wolf. He was an ancient force, a being who embodied both serpent and wolf, bound by wisdom older than time itself.
Agrios had heard whispers of Jörmungandr's pack for months, the rumors swirling like the winds. A wolf who was more than just a leader, but a force that bent fate to his will. The pack was fierce, bound by a shared purpose—no loyalties to others, only to their own freedom and the choices they made.
One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, Agrios made his decision. The time had come to find this pack. His path had led him here, and it was no longer a road he could walk alone. The pup, now stronger and more confident, followed close behind as they journeyed through the dark forest to the heart of the pack's domain.
When they arrived, Jörmungandr stood at the center of the clearing, his presence commanding and unyielding. The pack circled him, a silent testament to his power and authority. Agrios stepped forward, the weight of his wings heavy on his back. He had made his choice, and there would be no turning back.
"You've come," Jörmungandr said, his voice like the rumble of thunder, smooth and knowing. "I felt your presence on the wind. And you've brought… a companion."
Agrios glanced down at the pup, who stood by his side, its golden eyes watching the pack with quiet curiosity. The bond they shared was unspoken, but unbreakable. "This is my companion," Agrios said. "It stays with me. Not out of duty, but out of choice. It has walked with me through the shadows, and it will walk with me through the light."
Jörmungandr's gaze softened for a moment, his amber eyes studying the two of them. He nodded slowly, his smile widening with approval. "A bond such as yours is not easily broken. It will remain by your side. But know this: in this pack, we fight for our freedom. We choose our own paths."
Agrios nodded, the weight of the words settling deep in his chest. This was no ordinary pack, and he was no ordinary wolf. He had come to realize that true freedom was not the absence of chains but the power to choose one's own destiny. The bonds he had once known had been broken by betrayal, but here, with Jörmungandr and his pack, he had found something different: a chance to choose his own path, to create his own future.
"You will take a name," Jörmungandr said, his voice steady and clear. "A name that reflects the path you walk. Here, we are not bound by the past but by the choices we make. What name will you take, Agrios Skylos?"
Agrios stood tall, the weight of his wings and the path he had walked pressing down on him. The name that had haunted his thoughts for so long came to him, slipping from his lips like a whisper in the dark. "Loki."
Jörmungandr's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Loki," he repeated, tasting the name as if it were a secret shared only between them. "A fitting name for one who walks between worlds, who understands both the chaos and the freedom that comes with it. You are no longer Agrios Skylos. You are Loki now, and you are one of us."
The pack howled in unison, their voices rising into the night like a wave of power and unity. The bond between them was sealed, not by duty, but by choice. Loki felt the weight of the pack's strength around him, the promise of something new—something born from the freedom to choose his own path.
As the howls echoed across the clearing, Loki stood tall, his wings unfurled and blending with the darkness. Beside him, the pup raised its head to the sky, its howl joining the chorus of the pack. The bond they shared was unbreakable, their fates intertwined. Loki whispered to the night, his voice steady, yet full of resolve: "In betrayal, I discovered my freedom. And in the bond we share, I've found my path."