Post by Shadow of Darkness on Sept 23, 2006 5:16:13 GMT -5
A brute...three summers old, wandered behind the Alphas. He was beta of the Darkness Pack, a dying pack who had been around for some time now. They all knew they had to get to the valley of love, or recruit new members. They all knew almost no one would go to a pack who had been known through the centuries as bloodthirsty beasts, but the alphas, Karcan & Rose, were trying to change that image...the brute growled at the thought. His calling? Black Wind.
Beside Black Wind was his mate-to-be and best friend, Fleetfoot. She was a beautiful fae, and was likely to be the fastest, silentest, fae around. Her name came from those characteristics of course. How Fleetfoot & Black Wind loved each other. They both knew that they needed to get to the Valley of Love.
Black Wind was a black male, with white & grey streaks running through his beautiful fur. He was and appeared to be three summers old. Black Wind had been born to the Darkness Pack, and had been loyal to it for all his life. He was also a sibling of Shadow and Taladinn, the last of the males in that litter... one of the last litters born to the Darkness Pack. Black Wind wanted to change that, and with Fleetfoot of all faes.
Fleetfoot was three winters old, another one of the litters from three years ago. Her position had been moved to beta because she was maybe not a total dark wolf. She did like the good things in life, and so did the Alphas. Fleetfoot was pure white, and always would be. She was quite beautiful that way, or at least, Black Wind always thought so. Fleetfoot had been a sister of Tragedy...a mix she had always hated, as Tragedy was all dark...no good or light seemed to be left in her, so she was an omega. She was allied with the other omega, Sin, making Tragedy a worse wolf. Fleetfoot was not at all like her.
Black Wind howled softly as his thoughts wandered. He didn't like wandering thoughts. Black (as he was called by friends) did know that Fleetfoot was good, but he also knew how to train her...and he knew that he would. Black thought of what his father had once said to him, just after he had taken all the cubs of Black's litter away from the Darkness Pack...
"None of you are evil...none of you are dark, or bad, because you are MY cubs, and my cubs will NOT go dark! They will be leaders of all that is good and trure! NEVER must any of you EVER go back there again!"
Like that would ever happen. The others had wandered off, but Black Wind had come back.
Fleetfoot's thoughts were swirling to, and she was remembering her first hunt, all the joy of her thoughts that day came back, and their was definately a new bounce in her steps as she walked with the pack...
"Come on girls," her mother had called peacefully. This had been before she went bad, like Tragedy. Fleetfoot and Tragedy skipped along happily. "I hope we catch a huge buck!" said Tragedy, leaping about to express her thoughts. "I hope we catch one too, right when he doesn't expect it." the two hopped around like best friends...
Fleetfoot remembered those days, when she and Tragedy had been best friends, not just packmates.
Fleetfoot and Black Wind, I will leave her, wandering with the pack through the Viti Forest until there are lands to claim...
Beside Black Wind was his mate-to-be and best friend, Fleetfoot. She was a beautiful fae, and was likely to be the fastest, silentest, fae around. Her name came from those characteristics of course. How Fleetfoot & Black Wind loved each other. They both knew that they needed to get to the Valley of Love.
Black Wind was a black male, with white & grey streaks running through his beautiful fur. He was and appeared to be three summers old. Black Wind had been born to the Darkness Pack, and had been loyal to it for all his life. He was also a sibling of Shadow and Taladinn, the last of the males in that litter... one of the last litters born to the Darkness Pack. Black Wind wanted to change that, and with Fleetfoot of all faes.
Fleetfoot was three winters old, another one of the litters from three years ago. Her position had been moved to beta because she was maybe not a total dark wolf. She did like the good things in life, and so did the Alphas. Fleetfoot was pure white, and always would be. She was quite beautiful that way, or at least, Black Wind always thought so. Fleetfoot had been a sister of Tragedy...a mix she had always hated, as Tragedy was all dark...no good or light seemed to be left in her, so she was an omega. She was allied with the other omega, Sin, making Tragedy a worse wolf. Fleetfoot was not at all like her.
Black Wind howled softly as his thoughts wandered. He didn't like wandering thoughts. Black (as he was called by friends) did know that Fleetfoot was good, but he also knew how to train her...and he knew that he would. Black thought of what his father had once said to him, just after he had taken all the cubs of Black's litter away from the Darkness Pack...
"None of you are evil...none of you are dark, or bad, because you are MY cubs, and my cubs will NOT go dark! They will be leaders of all that is good and trure! NEVER must any of you EVER go back there again!"
Like that would ever happen. The others had wandered off, but Black Wind had come back.
Fleetfoot's thoughts were swirling to, and she was remembering her first hunt, all the joy of her thoughts that day came back, and their was definately a new bounce in her steps as she walked with the pack...
"Come on girls," her mother had called peacefully. This had been before she went bad, like Tragedy. Fleetfoot and Tragedy skipped along happily. "I hope we catch a huge buck!" said Tragedy, leaping about to express her thoughts. "I hope we catch one too, right when he doesn't expect it." the two hopped around like best friends...
Fleetfoot remembered those days, when she and Tragedy had been best friends, not just packmates.
Fleetfoot and Black Wind, I will leave her, wandering with the pack through the Viti Forest until there are lands to claim...
