Kiptcha
Alpha of Icy Packlands
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The Huntress of Night, so I spread my dreams before you, tread lightly for you tread on my dreams...
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Karma: 100 |  | Sacrifice of a Leader
« Thread Started on May 22, 2006, 10:11am » | |
As the powerful snow femora paces around the rocky den that had become her home ever since she became the Alphena of not just the Icy Terrence upon now which long pillars stood, but of the whole land that had been divided into 2 packlands. As femora steps outside into the white blanket that covered her land and brought her ease in a time of trouble, orbs glance up into the obsidian heavens, covered by the spirits of nymph's ancestors.
How do I know what do in times where we will be divided by more than just boundaries? How will I be able to bear the thought of sending wolves into battle against their own brothers, and knowing that they may never come back?
Painful thoughts had been crossing the mind of the gentle fae recently, and thoughts of a past that was too painful for a pack of wolves to bear that had been experienced by only alphena...
A beautiful clear spring valley surrounded by hills that young pups had climbed and wrestled for the power of each were covered by black shadows in the fog of something that not even my noble pack could fight. As the black wolves slowly surrounded us, our warriors lunged toward them, only to be killed by these demons. As only a pup, I witness the whole valley be covered in crimson by my own pack's blood, as even the new born pups were carried up the hills and thrown from the top to death.
A tear fell down the cheek of the Alphena as she remembered their cries as they plummeted toward Earth...
After an hour of this, most of the 100 wolves in our pack had been killed by their 300. Not one of them had known the reason for this sudden attack by enemies we didn't even know we had. My mother and father were among the few alive, but even they couldn't last, for many of their warriors had jumped upon them. I couldn't move. I stood there, frozen by the unbelievable destruction before me. I had to turn away, and pain clouded all my judgment, as a huge one of their warriors lunged toward my brother, I jumped as well, swatting at his eye. This left a large scar over his eye, as he turned to me, and knocked me onto my side with one easy swat. I felt the heavy weight on my neck, as razor sharp teeth bit into my side, and I felt hot liquid of my own joining those of so many of my trusted friends. My orbs shut with pain, but I did not scream, and I did not cry. My own pain couldn't be anything compared to the massacre that I had just witnessed. My orbs opened again as I heard my name said by a familiar voice. My mother's last words, saying,"Don't be afraid, or ever loose the courage that you carry in your heart." I dared to look around me, and saw that all of my pack, but just me had been slain. Why me? Why just me? A canine that was about the size of two wolves of my packs stepped toward me, speaking to the warrior restraining me in a foreign tongue. I prepared for those teeth to meet my own neck, knowing I would see my family again. But they didn't come. Rather, the leader spoke to me in my own tongue,
"Greetings white one. I do not expect for you to speak, you have endured to much for any wolf. This, however, is not an apology. We have come for you, one who bears such a white coat. You are a part of something greater than you will ever know... and you will join our pack.
I couldn't speak, he was right about that much, but what did he mean, a part of something great? Surely I had always had special abilities, but I was sure it was natural. How could they have killed my whole pack, but spared me, and expect me to help them? Remembering the courage that my mother had spoken of, I replied,
"You expect me to help you after this? I would sooner die, so why don't you just end it, and spare me the eternal pain that you have sentenced me to?"
He laughed, and as he did, I realized that he was only a young adult, not much older than me. How could he have become the leader of such a pack that young? Before I could protest, they smacked my head, knocking me out for a while, and carried me away.
All I knew for the next two years was agony. They pack was 400 in numbers, all as brutal as those who had killed my pack. I was tortured in ways I can't speak of, and gave birth to one single pup by their leader. The pup was identical to the leader, I couldn't stand the sight of it. The birth almost killed me, I lay unconscious for three days. Once I woke up, I was unaccompanied except for by my pup. Something wasn't right about him. His yellow eyes penetrated my soul. I killed the poor creature in cold blood, crying all of the while. I couldn't stand the thought of being the demon's mate. The leader, named Dakarai, was furious, and gave me the scar that lays on my eye. He tried for more pups with me, but they were all stillborn.
My spirit was crushed while I was with this demonic pack. Two guards were with me at all times, unless I was with the leader. Surprisingly, I didn't try to kill any of the pack, I was too heartsick, for my pack, for my poor pup, he never had a chance in the world. You couldn't possibly imagine the pain that overcame me, having to kill my own pup...
Femora smiles, in pure hatred, remembering the gruesome event, and Dakarai's reaction to it.
I found myself back here, which was no longer the beautiful valley that I had known for so long, but it had gone cold, the way I had. It's spirit is intertwined with mine, my hatred and bloodlust make it cold, as I remember the valley bathed in crimson.
Tears begin to fall rapidly, and nymph tries to hide them. Suddenly, a pelt brushes up against fae's, and she freezes over, that stench, that horrid stench, it was Dakarai.
"Miss me?" Brute spoke in such a dark, icy tone, Kip was frozen to the spot. A massive paw swipes at femora, claws fully extended, making contact with fae's ocular.
This must be a nightmare, I must be dreaming.
But the crimson liquid that poured freely from fem's eye was no dream. Dakarai had returned.
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Name: Kiptcha
Birth: 1-1-02 4 yrs (18 human years)
Pack: Alphena of Icy Packlands/A Wolfs Cry
Species: Arctic Canine
Pelt Color: Pure White
Peltings: Grey around eyes/muzzle, black ears/tail tip/paws
Orb Color: Sky Blue
Personality: Kiptcha is a natural born leader. So young and wise makes her often wonder, and has hardships.
History: Canine has had too much deciet, pain and suffering to believe |
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