Shattered and Forgotten
"Now that she, my fearless wolven nightmare, has been defeated, my pack may sleep peacefully again. The shattered and forgotten one. I shiver at the mere thought of her. She was the strongest female of her time. Her eyes were as dark as a moonless night. They pierced through you like thorn sharp bear claws. Her fur, though stained scarlet with blood, was the purest white. If I were not to tell you that she was beautiful, I would be unjust. She's the most beautiful wolf that I have ever layed my liquid gold eyes upon. The answer to your question is yes, I love her. The answer to your next question is no, I did not kill her. How could I? I love her. Believe it or not, beneath all of this heartbreaking tragedy, there is an innocent beginning."
"We were pups, Keladry and I. No more than six moons when we met. Her silky white fur wasn't blood stained then. It glistened in the sun, almost reflecting it's rays like ice. To that effect, she seemed to glow. I could no more than stare.
"'Speak!' Came my Father's commanding growl. My Father was a wolf that I respected greatly. He was Alpha of the pack of Myr. A large, black brute. His shoulders and chest were broad. He always held his head high. My Father wasn't the kind of wolf to lead through fear. He didn't have to. Every wolf respected him. Even my Father's voice didn't distract me from my awe of Keladry. Only when she giggled did I blink. Her voice, it dripped like honey. Thankfully, she didn't make me speak first. My throat was bone-dry."
"'Good Evening' She bowed. 'My name is Keladry.' My ears went down and layed flat on my head. I hated when wolves bowed to me. I wasn't the Alpha, I was his on. My Father growled again. Keladry looked worried. I must have looked displeased to her. My ears shot up like a frightened fawn."
"'My apologies, Keladry' My voice was even, giving nothing of what I felt away. I was like that most of the time. The wolves of my pack, or rather, my Father's pack, told me that I was like stone. My emotions never showed. I wondered why my ears had gone down. Normally, they wouldn't have. My Father seemd to know and he must have found the reason funny for he chuckled. 'My name is Vale. I am the son of Mithros, leader of the Myr Pack.' I finished my introduction with a courteous dip of my head. My Mother stood beside my Father. I won't get into too much detail about her. She died shortly after mine and Keladry's meeting. Keladry's Father, as massive as my own, stood beside her. His fur was white as well. He had many scars, too many to count in a single glance. The scars made him seem ragged....and cruel. I had a scar. It was vertical but curved slightly as it ran from just above my left eye, down to the tip of my soft, ebony nose. My Father had given it to me and I was proud of it. I sat, curling my tail around my paws, my head held high. You're not raised by the Great Mithros and not pick up a few of his habits. It was then that Keladry's Father spoke. His voice reminded me of sharp claws raking down a rough rock.'
"' You may me Mithros' son but you are no Alpha yet. Lower your head to it's proper place.' He demanded."
"My Father said nothing, he let me deal with my own problems. I stayed still as a mountain, only the cool breeze blew over my fur, making it whisp around. I stared straight into the her Father's eyes. His name, I can't recall. 'I shall hold my head where I choose.' I looked at Keladry. 'Do you have a problem with where I hold my head?' I asked, my voice as emotionless as ever. I heard my Mother shift nervously. Keladry gave a sweet smile. The breeze carried her scent to me. It was unike anything I could have ever imagined. To this day, I have yet to discover that scent again. I appeared to watching her when really, I was keeping an eye on her Father. Thought only six moons, I could hold my own against any wolf."
"' My opinion doesn't matter to you, Vale. Like you said, you'll hold your head where you choose' The perfect answer to my question. Her Father didn't like her reply. He snarled and raised his head so that it was higher than mine. That was a mistake. The height at which I held my head was equal with my Father's. No wolf, not matter rank, held their's higher. I know what my Father would do. The large brute would die for his arrogance. 'Keladry, come here please." I requested.
((I will post more of it later on.))
