This end had a start.

Know that I both exist in anaphora and animus.
Know that you exist, as I and therein does our game exist.
But do not try to cast figure upon these events, do not call it pawn, nor peice, nor dice nor snake for to give it form is to give it fact.

Fact we do not dable in here.
“Nothing is appropriate” that is not to say that we have no proprioty, contrary, that ‘nothing’ is appropriate.
Take not opinion from this, make opinion but judge it not, rather contextualise what you think as you read.

To throw context upon the narrative is to own the creature it represents. And here, the creature takes it’s wolf-like form, only in the darkness that takes it’s shade in turn from the wolfs coat shall it exist, leaving only soft prints for you to follow in its stead.
So find context here.
More importantly find context within, that you might voice it: here and elsewhere.
For without your context, mine would be pointless.
Take form. “Take what you can and leave nothing.”
A gobbit of truth is worth more than any word our pen could yeild. Find truth and you will find your prize.
However, ask yourselves: Can truth come without thruth forming fact. For as I said “Fact we do not dable in here”. So what hope have you or I, of finding truth. 

I, Nox Noctis Lupus, would welcome you here, would it not give me form.