.THE GAME.
.shall we begin?.
Part I-[ And they all shall Burn; Shadowfoot’s arrival ]
A thunderous cry shattered the peaceful autumn air as it rumbled its way out of the empty hills of Mortuus. “Critic!” The voice echoed over the lands and awoke the wolves that had been resting peacefully with their growing pups.
No more would their nights be serene, no longer would happiness fill their little dreams.
Shadowfoot, the Son of Virus and Fairy, had taken his first steps into the vacant hills of Mortuus. Anger boiled within him, for Critic had done nothing that even resembled an attack on the faiths and had not one single plan thought up against them. Critic was moving to slow, something needed to be done, and Shadowfoot thought himself the one to do it.
Behind the black male with the duel colored eyes staggered a silver female, with wings that would have glittered and gleamed would it not have been for the dust and muck that encrusted them. Her name was Maggot, or that was at least what Shadowfoot liked to call her. She’d been his first innocent victim, and now she carried his pups against her will. Behind the female pranced a more regal beast, her head held high, and plume erect. She was obsidian like Shadowfoot himself, but her form was much more alluring. Her name is Siren, Sister to Shadowfoot and daughter of Virus and Fairy. Siren and Shadowfoot are both cursed with the family talent of Attraction, although their younger brother was not so lucky. Worm brought up the rear of the caravan that stumbled into Mortuus, his vile stench of decay and death steaming off him. His frame was awkward and scrawny, his fur matted to perfection and infested with lice and other insects.
As Shadowfoot cried out as he stood beside a solid redwood a burst of flames blasted from beneath him. The flames scattered from Shadowfoot’s form to all corners of Mortuus itself. Trees burned and brush light up and flickered away, deer and other animals unfortunate enough to be caught in the flame were charred to death, skeletons left in memory to decay away. A smirk played on Shadowfoot’s features as he looked around him. A rain of ash fell for days after, and in these days of ash Maggot bore Shadowfoot’s children. 6 pups in all, although 4 were dead at birth for their Mother’s malnutrition. The 2 remaining pups were healthy and strong. One was male, radiant silver like his mother dashed with the onyx black of his father; he also shared his father’s duel colored eyes and handsome features. The other was a female, a brilliant gold with dark ebony eyes deeper then her father’s own. Small wings sprouted from her back, and already she showed signs of her Father’s dark nature. The female had the Talent of Attraction, along with something else that her Father had given her, Dark Magic. The Male was named Requiem and his father snatched him up right away, but left the female known now as Cyclone to stay with her softhearted mother to test the pup’s dark heritage. She past with flying colors.
As Mortuus healed grass would grow in the place of trees, set aside the one redwood that still stood, burned and charred but alive on the one lonely hill in Mortuus. The grass was not green as it normally would be though, it grew a deep gray pigment almost black, thick thorns jutted up from the ground and bore blossoms that were the color of freshly drawn blood. Now it is not Mortuus, It is the Fields of Mortuus, and Shadowfoot reigns king.
Let the games begin!
Part II-[ Proposals of Dark Sorts; Shadowfoot’s Quest
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The ash now fell only in small flakes that somehow managed to linger longer in the death stained air. The dark gray grass swayed lazily in a stale breeze that howled through the hills of Mortuus. Forms gathered at one station in the territory, the lonely redwood, and by that one remaining tree stood Shadowfoot his head held high and mighty. He’d made a proposal with no consent of Critic himself, and that proposal was to all those of the Dark Faith whom thought themselves loyal to the Faith and the Titans. They were to march out and capture, alive or dead, any member of the Faiths or Loners. As a reward for the males Maggot, Shadowfoot’s captured bitch, was to be given out freely to do with as they pleased. For the females another sort of reward would be given out.
This proposal started the minds of the Darks, those most loyal set out and some even returned with a few Faith whelps from Bandar and Fretta. Others captured a few dainty Faith wolves careless enough to wander far from their packs grounds alone. Although none were given there proposed “gift”. Not just yet.
But this refused to excite the Titans. They sat atop Dove’s Peak with a disappointed sneer on their faces. Still no move towards domination, still the Darks waited for something. Maybe that something was a sign; maybe they just didn’t feel they could overpower the Faiths quite yet. No matter what that little voice in their heads was saying, the Titans didn’t agree with it. Something had to be done soon, or something would be done and not by the Darks but by the Titans themselves.