Post by Achak on Sept 8, 2024 3:04:17 GMT -5
G R I M V A R
'What a pleasant day to die.'
The ancient alpha male of the Lunaris Clan had near on dragged himself through the Amikam Forest, all the way into Belachaim. He did this despite how very ill and wounded he was; the deep wounds on his frail body festered and were hot to the touch. The great pain he was in was almost enough to cause him to pass out, but he pressed on.
The jet black wolf did not want to die a mediocre death, nor did he want a crowd when it happened; the world was descending into chaos and madness, wars overtaking every region without favoritism. He hoped that he would find someone, anyone, who would be willing to give him a warrior's execution. The old one was in desperate need of it, for he dreaded dying of his ailments. It would be easier if he were killed.
The blue eyed alpha male gave one last push, then collapsed upon a mossy rock in the middle of the cherry blossom woods. Petals gracefully covered his body as the sun made its daily journey across the sky, a cool breeze dancing through his fur. His era was over, and so was the world as he knew it; clan alphas were becoming a thing of the past, making way for the new 'chieftains', a far more powerful breed of war wolf.
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Alpha Male of The Lunaris Clan
