|| This is from a History Short Story of one of my Characters, Time Warp, on a site role play. I made it ^^ *waves* I had written it a while ago, so my writing style has chaned a bit since then, but I'm too lazy to go and change it sweatdrop ||
While he was nothing more than a cub, Time Warp's father had called him as cold as an Arctic wind and as hard as a human's shining weapons. Thinking his father a strong and wise wolf, and also being no older than 3 months, he had thought his father's words praise, and, took great pride in them. These dark words were uttered after Jikoman, his father, had learned of Time Warp's constant abuse of his siblings. He would bite then, snap at them, and actually draw blood. he would yell and demand, destroying what little courage his brothers and sisters had. Time Warp would strut about the pack-lands, whispering his father's words into the quivering auds of the pups around him. They would shrink away from him, and stay quiet, knowing that if the great elder Jikoman said these things, they must be true. But there was one wolf pup that refused to succumb to Time Warp's bully-ness. It was a large white fae. When Time Warp told her of his father's words, she did shrink away, but in resentment rather then fear. She scowled and spat at him,"You do realize that he means that as an insult. He can see the evil brewing inside you. He, as well as the rest of us, can see that Wolf-bane protects you and has called upon you as his Varg minion!"
At these words, Time Warp's eyes grew wide, and as the snowy fae before him sneered, he turned, and ran. He ran, puppy tears stinging his crystal blue orbs, not believing what he had just been told. He trusted and loved his father with all his heart, and thought that he had the same thing back. He reached Jikoman and asked his if what the fae said was true. Did his father, and everyone else, think him a traitor and minion of the evil, dark, devilish Wolf-bane. Jikoman cackled in his sons face. Of course it was true. How could Time Warp be so blind as to not see that that was the meaning of his words. This hurt Time Warp, more than anyone could ever know. Right there, in front of his stupid, mean father, he sobbed. This descendant of Wolf-bane broke down and cried. You might think, he was so mean, so evil, how could he be so pained to know what others thought of him. Ok, now for the answer to that question. He was just a pup! When he bullied his siblings, he indeed thought it just play. He was the largest out of all the pups in the pack, and he merely thought that he was the pup Alpha, for he was strong and big and all the others revered him.
Jikoman stared down hard on his son, and Time Warp felt his deathly gaze burning holes into his skull. At that moment, Jikoman decided his son's fate. He was going to be a warrior. Jikoman knew that with all his strength and the way his mind worked, there was no way that he would be able to stop the blood lust from coming upon him while he was older. There was no way that his son, dear little Time Warp could become any type of leader when he would end up killing his people at the most random times and often for no reason. Time Warp would have to go through training, and if he failed to pass the test he would get when a year and three months old, he would be put to death. A grim future to have, but it was the only way to protect those around him.
When Time Warp's tears stopped and the sobs that shook him so violently stopped, he was surprised to see that his father had gone. A whimper escaped him lips, and at that moment, he wished so much that he still had a mother that would snuggle up against him and comfort the deminored pup. Sadly, his mother had died giving birth to her litter, and the pups had suckled from another femme that was having her pups at the same time. In most situations, the second mother would refuse to give anything to the pups in fear that they would do something to her blood children, but for some reason, that did not happen.
One week later, Time Warp was put into hard, back-breaking training. I will spare you all the details of such a horrid thing, and get right to the war.
Yes, there was a war. What else could you expect? A strong, powerful pack ruling over such a very large area, they were going to be challenged eventually. This pack that opposed them was powerful as well, and very, very skilled. They attacked with such force that the blood lusting pack almost lost in the very first fight. Well, the elders were not going to let that happen. Time Warp had passed the test(with a little cheating) and was sent out to war. He was a great fighter, taking out at least a hundred wolves. Near the end of the war, the blood lusting pack was, of course, winning. Jikoman and Time Warp fought side by side. For once in his life, Jikoman felt a great pride for his son. Time Warp did feel the bloodlust, deeply in fact. There were many wolves coming at him, so this also hazed his vision and comprehension. A black figure was running, faster that the rest, right at him. Something in the back of his mind said not to attack, for this was one of him own, but he could not think clearly. As the black brute drew closer, Time Warp lunged and, as the voice of his father screaming 'No', he sank his deathly fangs deep into the wolf's throat, cutting of any breath and slicing the jugular. The taste of Crimson filled him, and he cackled his joy. To his surprise, he was shoved aside by his father and fell with a thump to the ground. Time Warp's vision cleared. A gasp of terror escaped his blood stained maw. The corpse of his dearest brother lay before him, throat cut open. Time Warp shook his head in disbelief. No, no, no, no. He could never have killed his brother. Never! But, despite his willing the image to go away, there before him laid his brother, eyes open wide in surprise with Jikoman hovering over his wrongly dead son, almost sobbing. No, no ,no, no. This was not happening. Jikoman turned to him, anger boiling inside him. He had felt pride for Time Warp, but he had just killed his favorite son. He deep inside him that it was not his fault, that he would never have did this of his own accord, but he could feel no logic at the moment. He lunged at Time Warp in blind rage, ripping and snapping, searching for the spot that would end his son's life. In fear and utter confusion at his father's actions, he fought back, trying desperately to defend himself without injuring his father.
Jikoman screeched in rage, trying to hurt Time Warp in every way he could, trying to end the life that ended his favorite son's,"Die! Die you evil creature! Die you spawn of Wolf-bane! You deserve not to be a great and almighty Varg, for you soil the name and make all that were plagued to know you disappointed. Die, for you do not belong to live on this Earth. Let the Lera pluck the eyes from your sockets and rip the heart from your chest!"
A rage not known to Time Warp consumed him. How DARE his father talk of Wolf-bane to him. How DARE he try to kill his son for a mistake that he would have already carried all his life, weighing him down in guilt and slowly eating him from the inside. In an equally blind rage, Time Warp grabbed hold of his father's neck and bit down, feeling the life drain from him with his blood. Time Warp's eyes widened in surprise and fear. NO! He hadn't just killed his beloved father. NO! Never! The now lifeless body of Jikoman fell limp in Time Warp's jaws, and he let go. He was shaking, tail tucked between his legs and staring wide-eyed out onto the blood splattered battlefield before him. The white fae from long ago was looking in terror at him. She screamed a bloodcurdling scream and yelled out to the world in fright,"The son of Wolf-bane is here! He kills his own and drinks the blood of the dead with delight. He shall kill us all!"
The white fae tucked tail and ran up the hill and back to her den most likely.
Time Warp, well, he did the same. He ran, ran, and ran some more. On and on he went, days without end. He roamed the lands until he came upon (insert destination here), all the while the words of Wolf-bane ringing in his not adult ears.
