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What do you want to know of? Pain and overwhelming memories, perhaps? Or would you prefer to listen of my younger years?

The sun was bright and illuminated the once pitch dark cave. Yelps and barks , sounds from the outside... Luchafer wobbled around bewildered. His tiny eyes weakly and slowly opened; colors seemed to burst out briliantly amidst the grey pictures the once had turned in his mind. He felt the sleek fur of his sibbling rub against him. Derasity kept moving as she moved the pups from one end of the cave to the other and gave them each saliva baths. The inexperiance that came with being a first time mother was skillfully hidden behind her motherly instinct.
Within the forest, Rien ,a proud muscular lupe, was dragging the carcas of a fragile doe. His skill was so precise and deadly that the creature had never noticed him and the meat was still warm. It was as if the creature's spirit was so struck by fortune that it found itself uncapable of deciding what to do and remained within its stif body.
Luchafer ,although a mere pup, had an impenetrable connection with his parents. He felt them leave and go in his dreams, and their voices were his conscious for a time. With his sibblings close by, and with ample food and water, the family was secure for the winter months and dwelt in seclution within their cave.

An unexpected murder soon turned the pup's happily ever after upsidedown.

The Alphas that Derasity and Rien were subject to were vicious and the female was barron. They dispised the new couple and their pups, being as the would soon die and would have had no predicesors. They conspired malice and waited until the faithful eve of Luchafer's first birthday.

With the support of the other pack members the cave was under attack. The five pups watched helplessly as their parents were parted from each other and killed as they attempt to reach each other for a final embrace of sorts.

So to, the sibblings were sepeated. One to each corner of the packlands. Had they died, had they been killed, had they survived? Certainly Luchafer would never to this day know for certain of the fates of the four.

A cloud of black smoke had covered the eastern lands. Creatures were running and darting form all their homes. Luchafer stared. There was a new smell and new noises alien to the forest habitat. Luchafer took a step closer to the river and then a step back. Hesitation and fear held him down with a force he had not know exsisted. A massive bird cut through the air and stayed motionless in one place like a humming bird. Olivine in color and with one giant eye in the front of its head. It veered and turned after something. Power...gun powder and... Luchafer followed behind the large thing. Needles and nets were scattered everywhere like a splattered painted. The yellow long grass highlighted the red and the sun reflected off the glass and other objects. He had only once before heard of humans. It appeared that they might have been the cause for the unknown things, but they were like legends. Myths no one believed in, except open-minded Luchafer.

The ground was dry. Toxins had been poured into the river. Fish were afloat and deer lay fallen where they drank. Luchafer had never seen so many dead. Yet, here they were weather he liked it or not. Death had become a part of his life. Ignorance, questions, peace had no meaning anymore. War would be the highlight of everyone's life. The battle between reality and imagination. Trees bore no fruit and the paradise that once exsisted in luchafer's birth home had fled. It flew with the birds to the east. Luchafer had gotten over the death of his parents and the lost feeling of being alone. He had to be emtionless to not go mad, like he was once been tempted to become. His paws were bloody from the rocks he had stepped on. His was hungry and thirsty. It was very clear that he had to get out of the valley of the dead before he joined his brotherin. Luchafer howled one last time in a desperate attempt to talk to the past... contact the dead who seemed to mock him. He could imagine his family living in freedom and joy sending plagues down to earth to see if he could overcome. His muscles were warm and with his last once of strenght began the run. He pulled his body forward and became unaware of the world for a while. For a moment, he had wings of redeption.

The calming sound of running water engulfed Luchafer's senses in a safe feeling. Some where, deep inside his primitive soul, Luchafer had not risen merely out of a den. He had risen with the sun on his back, the air in his nostrils, and with the respect that came with being a lupe. His blood line was strong, with all of his fathers being glorious in one way or another. It completed him mentally and physically. Now, he had pups and a loving mate. Three hungry and healthy pups that brought the same grace to his name as it did the power and pride. He felt himself a mighty asian elephant baring down upon anything in its way with defying ivory tusks. His skills as a hunter and as a new father were on opposite sides of the balance. If one would lift for better, it seemed one would have to fall. But he was ready to fight through them, he was willing to fight the battle he had waited for all his youth. In a sense, all lupes want a family. They want to share in the joys and sorrows of parentage. It only seems fitting, that he was looked up to as a father, protective, wise, and loving.

Darkness. His love had died and his sons... gone. Night and the smell of blood were everywhere. Blood was then a life suppliment and evil poison. Luchafer was in hell. His vampiric alter-ego was controlling him. He cried out as his ribs broke out into the new form of a vampiric lupe. This stranger was drinking heavily from a cup of blood. Luchafer was inside himself. Trapped. Trapped in a hell within himself he never knew exsisted. The drunken blood poured out of the fiend body and down on the walls of his heart. He felt lost in the unexplainable conditions. He had none of his senses. His soul floated around dodging the malignant sickness. Evil energy sparkled red in the pitch black. He would remember this. The whole experiance was going to be a memory that would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was unescapable, as if you closed your eyes and the image was still there on your eye lids. Your eyes can't escape. And your soul is dieing from discomfort of knowledge. With the full moon gone, Luchafer returned. Remaining speachless for much of the days after that.

Years later, the past was laid to rest. The sun covered the forest in a veil of light. The serene fresh water river, adjacent Luchafer, conducted the forest orchestra. He dazely lifted his head and breathing in the refreshing pine scent, and his body followed. He yawned, light reflected off his canines, and stretched, sinking his claws into the dirt and dead leaves that kept him sleeping comfortably the night before. The new day was the start of a whole new life.

Dangerous Secrets

Garrow had his reasons for the script, which rests in the paws of Luchafer. The text writes of curses, witch craft, demons, ect. ... There was hardly anything that wasn't written down in the foriegn tongue. A year, at most five, and the secrets will be broken, spells shall cast open the gates to the spirit world and a lupe will create an ulitmate kingdom. Humans will cease to exsist, many will be transformed to lupes. With The Time of Lavender Skies ,a hero is needed....one chosen by the spirit god and that will undergo teaching with the sky godess. The Sky Godess came. Flechaza has been spotted around the edge of Twilight shooting golden arrows in practice.

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