Post by Luna on Aug 5, 2007 22:39:46 GMT -5
Darkness had fallen on what seemed to be a forest. Long, thin trees reached high as if trying to obtain the sky's touch. Their limbs stretched out, not far from their trunk and bore few leaves. Most of them, if not already dead and littering the ground, clung to the branches, a brown or yellow color. Grass covered the area, if you were to even call it grass. The yellow plants spiked up from the ground, obviously supporting no nutrition. Drought was apparently upon the land. A thin, winding path seemed to twist through the area, guiding wanders to their possible deaths. The light brown soil shone hear, the little bits of life remaining in the diseased grass stomped out of them.
It was here that the female stood, strong and bold with her royal head high above her shoulders. A thick, marvelous pelt covered her suprisingly muscular body. This brilliant mix of hues that covered her skin, was difficult to describe in one word. The basis was a dark brown, nearly black and very thick. Larges flecks, patches and streaks of others colors, such as creamy-brown, white and solid black could be found throughout. Her large paws carried a much darker color than her torso, whether it be dark brown or black cannot be decided. Her face however, was a deep ebony, and the marking covers her muzzle, and stretches in odd triangles above her eyes. Her ears were a brown darker than her base coat. Her underbelly, the softest of her pelt, was a creamy white. The same white, could be found in the large arrow that pointed to her haunches, starting at her shoulders. Two large, captivating pools of amber were positioned at the base of her muzzle. Many however, couldn't see the beauty in her eyes, only the strong hatred that binded her soul.
Was it the fact of how she was created that made her so cold? The unwanted product of a violent rape? Was it her father, that huge, murderous wolf? Was she striving to be as feared and respected as him? Or was it the fact that her first taste of blood, was that of her mother's? She didn't know, nor did she care. It was etched upon her soul and her mind, that her one true purpose in life was to kill, and did it with the best of them.
Even in the few short years of her life, she had killed more of her kind than most wolves would kill in a lifetime. Her strength and skill of course pointed back to her father, who had thankfully rescued her from her goody-goody mother. Even though he had did this, it was her that severed the bond between the two, and she clung to that day as her favorite memory.
" Fools! Can you not smell it? It smells like you!" hissed the young female, her fur at this point almost entirely black.
Two males, of the same age - her brothers - shook their heads.
" Well I'm going to find it!" she spat, turning her back on them and racing into the forest. Sure enough, once she was shielded by the thick overgrown plants, a large black brute presented himself. A half-smile, half-smirk crawled upon his face.
" My daughter."
Minutes later, they were at the dens. The two boys were standing together by the den, waiting for their mother to return. THe young female realized they must have come and told on her, and a deep hatred for them welled inside her tiny body. To her delight, however, before they could react to their father's appearance, he had lunged forward and had severed their bodies into two. She looked at the carnage, her brothers now laying in what looked to be about six pieces.
By then her mother had returned, and just as quickly her father had tackled her, pinning her frail body to the ground. He didn't kill her though. Instead, he placed an oddly large paw across her throat.
" Bite down here," he instructed her.
Something inside her drove her to dive forward without a seconds thought. That same feeling pulled her teeth like a magnet to her mother's flesh, and in an instant, severed her jugular.
It made her grin to recall the day of her family' death. She still couldn't describe what the feeling was that propelled her to kill her mother, and still pushes her to kill everyday...but she knows she enjoys it. Thinking of this, brought back her father's face, an she plunged headfirst into another flashback.
" You've done well, Asadaya," muttered the greyish old brute.
" Thank you father, I've learned from the best," came the strong reply of the large 3 year old female. She looked out at the valley of slaughtered wolves, all dead by her jaws. These were but a few of the many wolves she had murdered since she put an end to her mother 3 years ago.
He moved closer to her, licking the side of her muzzle.
" And now it is time for you to go."
Her amber pools turned to her father, her head tilted as she gave him a confused glance.
" What do you mean?"
" I am in my final days, and you need to find yourself a pack, somewhere that you can grow and improve your skills so that you may reek havoc across the country."
The female did nothing but look at her black paws. There was nothing she could do but agree. Her father was nearly dead, and she didn't desire to see this strong brute become any weaker.
" Very well, have you any suggestions?" she asked, looking back at him.
" As a matter of fact, I do. To the east there is a trio of packs, each under the rule of a different goddess. Mizuki, Arashi, and Ookami I believe. I do not know for the other two, but I believe Arashi is a band of murderers like us. I'd advise you to join them...I'm sure in time you can move your way up the heirarchy?"
" Of course. Thank you."
And she turned, leaving him at once.
" Thank you father, I've learned from the best," came the strong reply of the large 3 year old female. She looked out at the valley of slaughtered wolves, all dead by her jaws. These were but a few of the many wolves she had murdered since she put an end to her mother 3 years ago.
He moved closer to her, licking the side of her muzzle.
" And now it is time for you to go."
Her amber pools turned to her father, her head tilted as she gave him a confused glance.
" What do you mean?"
" I am in my final days, and you need to find yourself a pack, somewhere that you can grow and improve your skills so that you may reek havoc across the country."
The female did nothing but look at her black paws. There was nothing she could do but agree. Her father was nearly dead, and she didn't desire to see this strong brute become any weaker.
" Very well, have you any suggestions?" she asked, looking back at him.
" As a matter of fact, I do. To the east there is a trio of packs, each under the rule of a different goddess. Mizuki, Arashi, and Ookami I believe. I do not know for the other two, but I believe Arashi is a band of murderers like us. I'd advise you to join them...I'm sure in time you can move your way up the heirarchy?"
" Of course. Thank you."
And she turned, leaving him at once.
She snapped out of her trance-like state and was brung to full attention. It was the last memory of him that the young fae posessed, and she recalled it nearly everyday. Slight remorse sprang through the muscular frame, but the reoccuring feeling was blocked out. Emotions, like this one, were a thing of the past, and she had convinced herself that she no longer posessed them. She nodded her thick cranium, moving forward, her flashback bringing her mission back into focus.
This female walked with a stride like no other. She stood tall, her throat and limbs fully exposed, for she feared no danger. Her head was high and her strides long. She stood just larger than an average female, and was quite a fearsome site. Her fangs poked just under her lip, their odd length a mystery. And as most murderers did, she held that certain shine of insanity in her eye that forced most wolves to avoid her stare. Maybe this proved that she was insane...either way, it didn't matter. In her eyes, it proved that she was to be respected and feared. She was to be the Queen of the Arashi wolves.
The scent of the boundaries of the Arashi Pack came sooner than expected, and hit the fae like an invisible barrier. It caused her to stop at once, even though she had little respect for authority. She let her nose twitch as she inhaled, and gave an affirmative grunt. This was what she searched for.
But although she could tell where the pack boundaries lie, she could not catch the scent of a dominant male, or female for that matter. She couldn't help but tilt her massive head to the side. She was under the impression that this was a well-built pack that had an impressive heirarchy...Could her father have been mistaken? Was it a different pack that he had mistaken for this one?
She shook her head, refusing to believe that her father's word was faulty. THere was only one way to find out, and even though it was strongly against her nature, she did it. A long, strong and impressive noise boomed from the fae's throat. It echoed across the land, and was sure to reach any Dragga or Drappa in the area.
And with that said, she stooped to her haunches, her bushy tassel thumping impatiently behind her.[/size][/color]