Story:
The stars' gleam shone over the city lights that night when the moon was full, for a special pup had been born in the alley beside a pizza place, next to the garbage cans in a cardboard box. The mother licked him despite her weariness but the father looked at his son with a glare of disapproval. The pup had a brown for-lock like a horse and the tips of some of his hairs were brown; his muzzle whiter then snow with small flames that separated it from the blackness of his coat; and his eyes, for the pup was already looking upon the world, were such a icy blue it was stunning. The son was different then the father and the mother; for his parents coats were yellow along with their eyes; only the mother had a scar on her hindquarters and so did her son, though his was shaped like a 'Z'. "Your master will not be happy with him." Bracke, the pup's father stated."But he is my son." Olivia answered."You cannot fight with a son.I shall do my best.
It can't be done.
Then you, the father of this pup, shall take him on your wanderings." Said she; but Bracke snorted.They stayed in silence for a time that seemed like hours, both of them looking at their son. "What shall we call him? He is worthy of a name of great importance." Olivia whispered and the father shrugged. Olivia, who knew of her great ancestor who fought beside King Arthur, said, then "His name shall be Zeke.
Bracke snorted again."Why do you hate him so?!" She yelled at him, "He is your son!
Look at him Olivia! Look at him! He does not look like the others." His tone softened at the last sentence."How dare you! Insulting our son!
He is no son of mine." Bracke hissed and Olivia lunged at him.They battled for a couple hours, ignoring Zeke's whimpers at the sight of his parent's battle.By the time they stopped both were hurt badly and they glared at each other.
Love isn't what it used to be.
And then the unworthy father of such a great son, walked away, Olivia glaring at him as he did so though inside her heart was breaking and turning colder.


No one knows all the details of how the mother and son took to each other took to each other for 6 months but we do know that though Zeke was fed, he was also beaten; ignored and even hated by his mother for Olivia blamed him for Bracke's depart and her heart had turned to ice.At the end of the six months, Olivia left Zeke when he was sleeping, and she returned to her master.For days Zeke stayed in the alley until soon his hunger had gotten the better of him.As he walked down the streets, though, he wished he had stayed in the alley; because everywhere he went he'd hear laughs and mocking nicknames thrown at him and he would just bow his head in shame of his for-lock, which, was the thing that attracted the most attention. But a menacing howl made everything go silent and Zeke looked at the lupe who had made the sound but found that it was a gang of them and all of them were glaring..at him."I heard that his mama and papa left him on the streets." The biggest of the gang whispered."They probably hated him! Look how ugly he is!" Said another who was probably the leader whose fur was a dark gray."Hey pup! Why did your folks leave you?" The gray one asked and Zeke didn't answer.Again the leader asked but Zeke was to scared to answer so he got beaten.For a year this continued; the lupes abused him, the other pets hissed at him, and the humans just ignored him. He was shunned from every game, every group, every teaching, from having any social life at all.Zeke experienced a restlessness in his heart but he didn't let it come out; he believed himself weak and unworthy back then; though as the seasons changed he turned so devilishly handsome, graceful and muscular that many liked to just watch his grace in his every movements, but none ever admitted to it; no one would ever say he was stunning; breath taking even.And so he stayed curled up in the cardboard box; turning even more emotionless every day.

It was a cold December night, a blizzard was blowing, the wind was howling and the streets were empty; until, out of the mist, appeared a old white lupe. He wore a cape that covered his frame, but it would still leave him cold.When Zeke saw him, he pitied the elder and though he was beginning to turn into someone not feeling, Zeke was still great and good, so he welcomed the old one into the alley where there was little shelter. The white lupe did not talk at all for the few days when it was still snowing but when the snowflakes subsided he asked for chicken and though Zeke usually just ate out of the trash for fear of the streets, he said he would bring back the other lupe his chicken.It was a normal day for the young lupe as he found the meal the elder had asked for; in other words he was bitten and scratched when he returned.The older one of the two eyed Zeke but he did not say a word and just ate his chicken.A week passed and all Zeke knew about this other lupe was that he liked to be called 'Count' and that he had come from the east.Zeke had returned with fish for Count, his coat covered in double the amount of bite marks he had had a week ago. "You don't fight back." Count stated and Zeke jumped in surprise at the sound of the hoarse voice. "They'd beat me harder if I did." Zeke answered."They would not! You could beat them all if you had the time but if you trained regularly you could beat them in the span of a few minutes; though their not experienced fighters." Count said and Zeke laughed, probably for the first time in his life."But if I did give them a fight, I'd have others to deal with; I don't think I would be able to fend the whole city off.
Because your scared." Count said, looking into Zeke's icy blue eyes and then he got up.The white lupe padded off to the entrance to the alley; "Your ancestors would be ashamed; even your father wouldn't feel guilt for leaving you anymore." Was his final word before he left. Zeke stayed in silence for what seemed like hours. Then:
My Father.." He whispered. Zeke had always wondered why his father had left, he had never dared asked his mother, so then, just like that, Zeke left the alley and the city behind and wondered off into to hills, trying to find the old lupe. A thing he would regret for years to come.
The black lupe followed the Count's tracks up the hills and deep into the forest. It was a day after the game had begun when Zeke finally found the white lupe in a clump of bushes. "Do you want to learn to fight?"
Of course," Zeke answered, a sudden rush of power flooding through him but in the next moment it was gone. "You felt it?" the Count asked and Zeke nodded. "We must show you to Sienna, she'll correct me if I'm wrong." The white lupe said and ran off, a curious Zeke close behind. Zeke was showed to Sienna, a young yellow lupe, and she had nodded whatever that meant. The white and black lupes returned to the Count's cave shortly after and there Zeke was trained to fight with teeth and claws. It was hard; the Count never held back and in the beginning of his training Zeke was passed out on the floor in the first ten minutes but he progressed quickly and Count was a healer and healed Zeke after every battle. There were also exercises to his training; he had to swim many laps, run up and down hills endlessly, find a certain flower in the whole forest in a matter of minutes, he was worked to the bone. He had evenings off though, and he swam in a nearby pond till it was so dark he couldn't see his paw. Weeks passed, then months and suddenly it had been a year since Zeke started exercising; he had even won against Count in their last battle, though barely. Count told him they were changing location and he nodded. They traveled a long time before they found a small cavern. When Zeke followed the old lupe into the cavern he was surprised to see that it was lit up by fires with no wood even near them, Count was in the center of the cave, a misty look in his eyes. "You're a good fighter Zeke, just like your ancestors; so follow their path become one of them; a modern robin hood. Fight for justice, kill those who have commited cruelty and have not repented. Let the world fear being cold hearted for they will fear you. Let blood be your best ally! Trust no one! Learn to be a warrior! In force Justice!" Count was yelling but when Zeke backed away in fear the white lupe jumped onto Zeke and looked him in the eyes. And suddenly, causing Zeke to feel afraid to the highest extent, Count bit Zeke on his neck so hard that the black lupe howled loud enough to wake up the whole forest. Two fangs sank deeper into his flesh, to this day he still has the wounds, and that surge of power cam again, rushing so fast, he couldn't control; it made him wild. Count hopped off and Zeke sprang to his feet and madly ran out of the cave. He needed to kill, to right the wrong.
But doesn't violence spread more hatred?
Zeke shook the thought from his head. He couldn't control this feeling that the Count had bestowed upon him; he needed it.
When Zeke returned he came back a murderer and everyone was talking about the death of a grumpy old krawk. Zeke hadn't really wanted to do it, but the voice inside his head made him; he had gone into kill mode. It was something Zeke couldn't escape; and besides he was only hurting those who deserved it; he was helping the world. All he needed was to give himself a little white lie.
Zeke continued to train, because 'kill mode' didn't give you strength; it just boosted you energy but Zeke was a talented fighter; it flowed in his blood.
Some did consider Zeke's destiny a path of justice; but he didn't like it and he would have gotten rid of it if he could. He never turned on Count though; Count had rescued him, taught him to survive and been his only friend. He would never turn on Count.
They started going with each other in battles, always declaring victory. It was six months after Zeke had been bitten when Count died in battle. Zeke weeped hard that day but he wanted to know if now he would be free of this blood-thirsty torment. He had no such luck; for the next day the Count's killer was found dead with claw mark of a 'Z' on his eye.
Zeke continued fighting, he didn't always kill, sometimes he just wounded. He kept his job a secret. He traveled and traveled; he rarely met others that he didn't scratch. Zeke wanted to change, that was true, but the power bestowed on him years ago stayed. Zeke had always been stronger then his mentor though he didn't realize it, and now a increasing of mysterious deaths has come in the world. All Injustice: Consider Yourselves Warned.

Ancestors (only the ones that have history to them, though all his ancestors were fighters, in one way or another,):
Olivia: Mother of Zeke, Daughter of Huster.
Life: She was a tamed lupe, but she fought in the war along side her master; earning a scar on her hind quarters.

Bracke: Father of Zeke, Son of Hugn
Life: He was a police dog who smelt down criminals (ignore lame joke) He ran away later in his life though he ran into a war field……

Snowball: Cousin of Zeke
Life: Tamed lupe, saved his master from a fire.

Amanda && Joe: Relatives of Zeke (too far back to actually say how they were related)
Life: Were one of the first European dogs to set foot on Canada.

Huligarn & Tailaway (these words are in a different language): Relatives of Zeke
Life: Native Americans. Fought the Europeans. Sadly died in battle but not before they had had at least two litters of puppies.

Zeke: Relative of this Zeke, Son of Isriah. Life: Accompanied King Arthur in all of his victories, earning himself the scar of a 'Z' on his hindquarters.

Isriah: Relative Zeke
Life: Single-handedly killed three kings in the Medieval Ages he died during the attempt upon a fourth though he did have one puppy.

Ziry: Relative of Zeke
Life: Was a princesses' lupe, saved the whole kingdom from falling (details too gruesome); had one puppy with Isriah.

( name unknown) The White Fire lupe: Relative of Zeke.
Life: Was a witche's lupe; many say he could make so many powerful and dark spells and all passed on to his relatives…..

( Name unknown ) The Three Legged Robin Hood: Relative of Zeke
Life: they say he traveled alone and trained alone; he was a great fighter but only fought those who had not repented for their wrong deeds and thus paid for it. He lost a leg in battle. He was also said to have a brown forlock.