My Story

My story began long ago, in a large forest where my pack and I lived. It was peaceful and nice there, with plenty of game to hunt and no humans to hunt us. I was born and grew up here, but somehow I was different from the others. I was constantly nagging for adventure, and I learned to hunt and kill before any of the othes. Oh, to kill. I loved killing things, whether I ate it or not. The others did not like this about me, and tried to change it. Well, it didn't go to well. I growled and told them to leave me alone. They grew angry at me, even my parents were angry. They didn't stick up for me, only stepped aside while they snarled and growled at me. Finally they drove me out of the pack, for I had tried to kill one of the others when they were teasing me.

From then on I lived on my own, continuing my habit of killing as I pleased. One day I was hunting and I saw another pack ahead of me. SLowly I snuck around them, for I was in their terra and didn't want to be seen. I padded slowly around and found this strange place. It was dry and barren, right outside the pack. I smiled slightly and looked around me, walking silently on the dirt ground...

suddenly something leapt out at me in a flash of teeth and claws Attacking me without a reason or a cause, The wolf dragged me to the ground in surpirise. Getting back in my senses, I tried to attack him back...Unsuccessfully. He was like nothing I had ever fought before. The fight raged on for a few hours, I wasn't going to give in. It was about then he reached the great vein of life.... the jugular. Holding it in his jaws, I could feel the life draining out of me. Though i continued to struggle, my eyes filmed, and I couldn't move. .things began to go black.

Knowing I had one chance at beating the lupine, I used a powerful swatch of my rear feet, though very hard at first, I knocked him away. I leaped up and somehow managed to pin him to the ground. Looking at her, he snarled. "You think you could beat me when that little wound of yours is easy to grab hold of...?" before he finished his sentence, he had ahold of the jugular again. Lightning fast he was. Holding it, he growled "Say good night..." I fell to the ground, drained of my energy. Shivering, my body weakening, I was slowly giving up. A dark light formed in my eyes, brighter till a white color. Just then, the wolf growled and let go. "Weakling..." he growled "You give up?" Nodding slightly, I knew that it was my only way to get a chance back at him. I would have my revenge, one way or the other. Letting go and backing up a little bit, I could see him clearly in the light. But soon after, he ran into the shadows with a growl "Why I did that, I'll never know... but I'll be back"

It took a few days for me to find him again, enough time for me to heal most of the way, and to train. the second fight we were fighting for real, this time without the element of surprise. Thw wolf's name was Vinganca, I learned later. He punctured the vein, but not breaking it.... for some reason coming off though. after that fight I knew he was stronger. I spent a lot of time in the outlands. Somehow, I slowly gained Vingancas trust. He seemed to act differently towards me then the other wolves that came into the outlands.