Author's note : Hello peeps, got another chapter for you guys, Hope you will enjoy the chapter. And as in the last chapter there will be another small informational text about a magical beast. Hope you guys have a wonderful day and you are all feeling well ^^
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Lightflame wolfs
Lightflame wolfs are a canine species with the very same ancestry to Shadowflame wolfs, they have similar color schemes with similar markings. They are predominantly the purest of white, with yellow distinguishing marks, the most common markings are yellow paws, two yellow dots between their eyes, a yellow stripe stretching along their spinal cord covering their back, and their bushy majestic tails gradually becomes more and more yellow towards the tip of the paint brush like tail.
It's speculated why the related species became either a Lightflame wolf while the other Shadowflame wolf, but honestly there is not much reliable information about it, the only reason why we know they are very closely related is because of the study of DNA of the creatures. Proving them to almost completely identical, the biggest difference is just their inner element that is genetically passed down, and of course the different colors. Their physical make up is the same otherwise.
There is a rumor circulating that the pairing of the two will breed life to an extremely powerful magical creature, as the two ancestries join together to presumably create the original species that spawned both bloodlines. This mythical creature is called the Yin-Yang flame wolf. Yet this is only speculation and has no sustainable facts behind it, more than the definite possibility that they can breed with each other, we just wouldn't know what would come of it.
Magical creatures of canine decent Vol.1
//Thoragg Thrift
As the beast lie in wait for their chance to strike, both brothers leisurely bask in the summers strong warm rays of the sun. Enjoying nature to the fullest as they delight in eating the savory Mahog fruit. Yet they don't have the slightest clue of what lies beyond the very green bushes of nature they so admire. As they revel being inside the forest which is as green and full of life as could be, it might just hold more wild life than they bargined for...
As Sköll and his older brother have finished savoring the sweet nectar of the Mahog fruit, the feral boy proceeds to place one hand flat on the ground as he uses it to support himself as he slowly stands up, and stretches his arms letting out a slight yawn.
“I guess I got a bit too relaxed there, it's such a nice day out today, wouldn't you say Sköll?” The feral boy said as he stared up into the sky, observing next to no clouds, with a clear blue sky.
“RUFF!” Sköll barked as he hastily stood up, and started walk about.
“Huh I guess you want to explore more, you really do have too much energy you know that? We just ate, you should let your stomach settle before running around.” The feral boy said with his head tilted to the left, looking at Sköll with a brief smile on his face.
“RRRRGGHHH” Sköll started to growl over and over again, only stopping to sniff around vigorously.
“What's gotten into you Sköll?” Said the feral boy as bore a puzzled look to his eyes.
“RUFF, RUFF, RUFF, RUFF!!” Sköll started barking with short intervals, facing towards the bushes as he bashed his small front legs to the ground over and over again.
“What's wrong Sköll is there something there?” The feral boy spoke as he swiftly started to realize that there might just be someone or something within the bushes.
“RRRRGHHH” The short interval barks changed hastily into a long winded growl, bearing his teeth as he tensed his face fringing just about everything from forehead to snout.
“SKÖLL GET BACK HERE, NOW!!!” The feral boy shouted with great haste, fearing for the life of his dear younger brother.
“The only reason that Sköll would react with such aggression could only mean one thing. There are predatory beasts hiding beyond those bushes, lying in wait for a chance to strike. But it's not his instincts that are telling him that, he's too young, he wouldn't react so strongly if that were the case. There are only so many smells he's familiarized with. And without a doubt that very smell has to be that of none other than the... Stoneclaw lions!” The feral boy thought to himself as he kicked up a patch of grass behind him, sprinting as fast as he could towards Sköll, trying to make it before it's too late.
Hearing his older brother scream out in distress Sköll quickly leaped backwards. The feral boy frantically running towards his now endangered little brother is only a few meters away from being able to grab Sköll within his rattled hands. Yet a figure appear out of the shadows, it's just as he had expected. It's the Stoneclaw lions.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. I won't make it, NO I WILL MAKE IT. I refuse to lose all that is left within my life, I won't let what happened to our mother to happen to Sköll.” The feral boy thought to himself, briefly seeing his mother corpse lying in the tomb, but she was not alone a bloodied mangled corpse of Sköll was lying beside her.
“I refuse to let that vision become reality.” The feral boy thought to himself with a desperate look in his eyes.
Time was moving at a turtle's pace, his mind started blocking out the scenery, only focusing on what mattered, the background faded to white, all which he could see was three heads poking out of the bushes, the Stoneclaw lions bearing crazed expressions zeroing in om Sköll, mid air from his backwards leap with his back to his franctic older brother. Inch by inch the ferocious beasts came closer and closer to Sköll at a rapid pace. As one of the Stoneclaw lions jaws unhinged and started rotating his head to the right, lining up his jaws parallel to the exposed puny frame of Sköll.
“SKÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖLL!!!” Screamed the feral boy at the top of his lungs as he fought to force his eyes open, overcome by emotions wanting to close his eyes and look away.
And then the dreaded moment happened... The entire scenario still moving in slow motion, two crimson red drops seemed to be suspended within the air, falling, inching their way to stain the beautiful lavish green grass with with the splattering blood of the recently born wolf. The fangs had protruded the flesh of Sköll, digging into the fragile rib cage, dangling from the jaws of the Stoneclaw lion with with his eyes shut tightly with a pained expression.
“NOOOO!” The feral boy screamed out in agony at the sight of his brothers limp body. Hastily stopping his advance, crumbling to the very grass that they were both moments ago admiring.
“I'll do anything please, I'll even forfeit my life if that is what you want, just please, PLEASE, let Sköll go, he doesn't deserve this.” The feral boy pleaded to the captors of his dear younger brother.
The Stoneclaw lions did not seem to honor his plea. Instead the Stoneclaw lion which had Sköll firmly within his grasp, signaled something to the other two, moving his head about as Sköll dangled along with the motion, squealing in pain over and over again. As the feral boys expression took a turn for the worse at the sight of the agony Sköll was experiencing, the two beasts walked slowly to either side of the feral boy, turning their face with a wide grin towards distraught boy as they softly walked.
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“Please, I don't know if you understand me but please, don't let my brother suffer for what I have done. Haven't you guys gotten enough revenge as your leader cold bloodily drove our mother to her death!?” Screaming out with a furious disdain.
Recalling the events that lead to their mother's death. Clinging on to every bit of hope he could grasp with his trembling hands. Knowing that if they were anything like their deceased leader, they would not show a shred of mercy.
“Think, think, is there any way I can save Sköll, I don't have any weapon on me... Shit I should have taken one of the daggers, but one of them was lodged into the wall whilst the other dagger was within the pond. I refused to pick it up due to it reminded me of the fatal wound I gave mother with it... FUCK there has to be a way, there just has to. But I'm surrounded, unarmed and there is at least 10 meters between me and Sköll, there is no way I can make that without him being slaughtered...” The boy thought, desperately assessing the situation.
A soft "Duntss" was heard as Sköll hit the ground, lying on the grass trying to regain his breath. As the beast sported a sinister expression, looking disturbingly euphoric as he stared at Sköll frantically trying to stand up. The beast then lifted one of his front legs, planting it firmly on top of Sköll's rib cage, slowly and exponentially shifting the weight onto the paw.
Sköll starts squealing louder and louder, screaming out in pain as he feels more and more pressure of the feline, his expression becomes more and more strained, frantically kicking his legs, trying to get any footing to get out of the beast grasp, finally he strains his neck as he looks over to his older brother distraught he forces his eyes open as he locks eye contact.
“STOP, please for crying out loud stop, I can't take this. He has nothing to do with this, he's innocent. I killed your leader not him, take it out on me please!” The feral boy screamed out, once again pleading for his brother, with tears streaming down his chin.
“I have to do something, but what, damn it all. FUCK, how can I be so pathetic, he's my younger brother, I promised myself to protect him. I swear if we make it out of this I'm going to eradicate their entire species. No matter how long it will take, first they kill mom, and now they are going to take away Sköll. I won't let them there must be something, anything I can do...” The feral boy frantically thought to himself, as his sobbing turned into seething rage.
As the tension rose higher and higher. The feral boy sat there with disdain as he stared straight into the eyes the feline beast. Preparing himself for the worst case scenario of his brothers demise. Then all of the sudden "SCHWAFF" was heard heard, seeing a projectile flying through the air. To the feral boys disbelief, the Stoneclaw lion which was which was pressing down on Sköll fragile body tumbled to the ground, the projectile was an arrow, that flew with a straight coarse piercing through the temple of the feline beast.
“SKÖLL!” The feral boy screamed out as he ran towards Sköll which was trembling on the ground, breathing heavily and stained in crimson red from his own blood.
The two remaining Stoneclaw lions snapped out of their confusion as they heard the scream of the boy. Immediately running in a straight path trying to cut him off and stop him from getting to Sköll.
"SCHWAFF" another arrow was fired from the east, to the right side of the feral boy. The arrow flew through the air and graced the ear of a lion, stopping him in his tracks for a few seconds.
“SHIT, I missed!” Was screamed out shortly after the arrow struck a tree, planting itself firmly as the wood and feathers rattled.
The feline that had it's ear graced swiftly proceeded to continue it's run following a few meters behind the other lion. Abruptly the feral boy turns around to face the feline's as he realizes he has to stop them in their tracks if he wants him and Sköll to survive. With a raging Stone claw lion rushing straight into his path. the feral boy embraces for impact, lowering his stature as he bends his knees, and extends his arms in an attempt to get a grip onto the galloping beast.
“Watch out!” was heard from the bushes on the left of the feral boy right before impact.
The feral boy moves forward in an instance, extending his right hand swiftly dodging the bite of the feline, he grabs a hold onto it's neck. Using the momentum of the feline he swings himself onto it's bare back. Proceeding with a triangular choke hold with his arms tightly wrapped around it's neck. Exerting as much physical strength as possible he tries to choke out the beast. After a few seconds it started showing result and the feline started slowing down, whilst having issues trying to breathe.
“WATCH OUT BEHIND!”
Shortly after the warning, the feral boy felt a series of cold sharp points pressed against his back, feeling like cold steel knifes, as the sharp stone claws of the lion protruded through his flesh, slashing five long stretches down his left shoulder blade all the way down to the last rib on his back. Screaming out in pain he reluctantly lost his grip around the feline's throat. He fell to the ground as he lost the strength in his arms.
As his body hit the ground, coughing and twitching his cheek muscles out of the pain, he turned his head to face Sköll. His younger brother was laying there with his eyes shut, not moving in the slightest, not a single twitch. The only movement that could be seen was the blood that was flowing into the stained crimson red grass.
“SKÖLL!!!!” The feral boy screamed out seeing Sköll's seemingly lifeless body. Once again tears started to well up in his eyes.
“Damn it all, he's dead isn't he... he's dead... just like mom. WHY, what did I do to deserve this. no, what did he ever do to deserve this? Lying down in the grass in a pool of his own blood just one day after his birth. If there is a higher power out there, a god... Then he is one sadistic bastard, having a child lose his mother on the day of his birth and surviving just to get killed by the killers lackeys the very next day. If I survive this I'm going to spend every waking hour spitting in the face of this so called god, I'm going to kill every Stoneclaw lion I see mark my words... Not a single one shall survive...”
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Author's basement : Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'm guessing most of you are thinking "finally some action" haha, I promised some plot and action within the next few chapters, just stay tuned to see it. I know my pace is a bit slow but I value scenic writing and proper explanations of actions and feelings instead of, "he was sad", or "he was angry" and I know that I might be a bit long winded with those dissertations, but that's the way I enjoy writing it's not perfect though, so I appreciate any feedback, please if you have any opinions I'd love to get some constructive criticism. If you have any thoughts about my way of narration or my dialogue or anything else specific, then I would love to hear your concerns to further myself as an author. Hope you guys have a wonderful day and if not It I hope it'll get better. All the love to you guys ^^