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As but a pup in my mothers whom, my fragile life had been spoiled, and tainted with blood, first thing. I would later find out that while I was warm and snug in safty's arms, my family was killing and being killed in the war of the wolves and cats. Our numbers out weighed the cougars by more than x3, but each one of the barbaric blood lusting felines had the power of 2 dire wolves at the least, and they kill us out one by one. Soon enough, two by two. My mother, right after birthing me and my 4 other siblings had been savagly killed by them. Luckily, some of our lives were spared, thanks to my father. He dashed to us and managed to snatch me Kryesis, and my brother Kalvain, or so he had told me later on in my life. My eyes and ears had been shut tight, and so had my sence of smell, so I was completely oblivious to anything that had happened. My father still had wept slightly after he had told me that story of my mother and the blood thristy cats. The weakling was in love, and had still not let go.

But anyways, not long after they had decresed our size by mearly 4 wolves out of about 56, not counting me and my brother, and took our united packs land, my ears started to twist and turn, for the first time. Then suddenly got around to form sounds. I can still rember it. Sitting, snuggled up to the warmth of my sleeping father, the rest of the 3 wolves had started out for a pack hunt and were singing in excitment for the deed. The howls were harmanized, and nearly perfect, and some how i knew it too. So I had tried to sing with them, but it recoiled into a squeek almost inautible. It was one of those moments way back when that you have, for some reason, always remembered.

Something alike the same thing happened when I first opened my eyes. I was in the mouth of my father, who was striding proudly in the middle of the line of the wolves being the batchlore beta male. When, suddenly, my eyes cracked, and the very, very first thing I saw, was the moon. It shown so brightly, so independantly from the rest of the brightly little bulbs up in the sky. It was one of those full moon nights, and a beautiful, cloudless one too. Oh, that I have never forgotten either. The glow, the warmth, the sensationg to be that big roun ball in the sky, it was overweming me with joy, and yet pain at the same time. I don't know why. But I do believe that is the main sorce of my tolarance... that wanting still driving in me.. pushing me.. to be that one that stands out from the rest, shinning carlessly, romodling for all of those down below to see.

Well, enough about that. Your probilly sick and tired of hear about my puppyhood. So on we pace.

Well, time past, and nothing eventfull happened. I did learn to hunt at a quicker pace than most older pups, but then again, my father had always told me I had his brains and skills. Though I think the oppiset. I was quite slow at catching on to things. Took a few times for my father or brother to explain something before I fully understood whatever it was they were telling me. Though because of this, I have grown to be wise, and listen carfully to everything around, just so I won't have to ask that one word to anyone amore, "what?"

Time persued us all, and my father slowly grew gray, but Kalvain grew only darker, his once light, muck colored pelt now soothed into a creamy chocolet brown. Quite charming on him really. But I on the other hand, was constantly called the late bloomer, as my pelt remained the same solid blacky-brown. They would just give me crap. As most friends, or siblings do. It was kinda funny on my part aswell, because we would always wrestle, and spar, but I would never win. Kalvain would always pin me down so easily. His braud frame was nothing anyother could have compared with. He was the same age as I was, but twice the size and strenth, but I owe all of my fighting tackticks to him. I owe my strenth build-up to him and his neck grasps. Though hurt like a living hell. But I managed, an dlife grew preety easy... for a while anyways.

Once I grew old enough to hunt and sucsefully track and kill something no larger than a small deer by my self, I was premoted to beta female while my older, stronger, and for some reason wiser brother miraculusly took a huge grasp onto the Alpha postion. Dad says that Kalvain got all of his charisma from our mother. He always looks up to him with wide longing eyes, eyes that held love that only a big fan could bare. I had longed to be looked at like that. To be the stong one who stood out for their great things done, or even great things that might have been lost. It didn't matter.... back then, I just wanted to shine like my romodel...the lunar. But around now, i relalize what I really want to do. What I really want to be reconized for... is to do the exact oppiset. I want to be known for the suffering I have caused others, I want to be know for the hearts I have stolen, for the lives I have hurt... and for the lives I will have soon saved.