Angelofdarkness
Senior Member
“For as long as anyone can remember the six great packs, Tigers, Lions, Cheetahs, Leopards, Wolves and the Misfits have been at war. Now, the reason for this war changes depending on who you ask. But the fighting still reins on till this day.”
The grey haired man coughed violently before staring out across the crackling orange flames as the young faces leaning in intently.
“We need... we need... strong leaders to keep us safe.” He mused his eyes falling on a dark skinned girl with long raven locks before quickly moving on.
“Grandpa?” The young girl asked.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“How does one know?... I mean how does one know their going to be Alpha?” She asked softly.
“When the day arises that we need a new Alpha the entire pack will know.” He coughed before falling silent.
Years would pass with only minor runs in with the other packs, little did they know of the storm that was brewing. In those years Kitten saw her Grandfather pass and rose to Alpha herself.
The raven haired female sat inside her bungalow tucked away in the dense jungle, maps upon maps lay sprawled on the desk. Her green eyes were worn as she sighed. “All these notes, all these diaries and I’m still no closer to knowing who rose to power now in the other Packs...”
“Still no closer to knowing where they are now, and where they stand on this foolish war...” Running a hand through her hair she pushed herself away from the desk.
Hunter lay on his side in the shade of a large rock, his tail swishing lazily behind him. While some might argue he was cold hearted he’d recently taken in a few more young cubs. While in a real pack this might not be heard of, he was desperate to grow his numbers.
He watched as the tiny cubs pranced about laughing as they tried to catch one another or on occasion his tail.
He’s thoughts drifted to the stories his Father and Grandfather had told him as a child. Just where are you now? He wondered staring up at the sun.
The grey haired man coughed violently before staring out across the crackling orange flames as the young faces leaning in intently.
“We need... we need... strong leaders to keep us safe.” He mused his eyes falling on a dark skinned girl with long raven locks before quickly moving on.
“Grandpa?” The young girl asked.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“How does one know?... I mean how does one know their going to be Alpha?” She asked softly.
“When the day arises that we need a new Alpha the entire pack will know.” He coughed before falling silent.
Years would pass with only minor runs in with the other packs, little did they know of the storm that was brewing. In those years Kitten saw her Grandfather pass and rose to Alpha herself.
The raven haired female sat inside her bungalow tucked away in the dense jungle, maps upon maps lay sprawled on the desk. Her green eyes were worn as she sighed. “All these notes, all these diaries and I’m still no closer to knowing who rose to power now in the other Packs...”
“Still no closer to knowing where they are now, and where they stand on this foolish war...” Running a hand through her hair she pushed herself away from the desk.
Hunter lay on his side in the shade of a large rock, his tail swishing lazily behind him. While some might argue he was cold hearted he’d recently taken in a few more young cubs. While in a real pack this might not be heard of, he was desperate to grow his numbers.
He watched as the tiny cubs pranced about laughing as they tried to catch one another or on occasion his tail.
He’s thoughts drifted to the stories his Father and Grandfather had told him as a child. Just where are you now? He wondered staring up at the sun.