The queen was dead. Shade hadn't believed Var at first when the wolf had sought him out. He hadn't believed Var until he was led to join the others that buried her. The Queen had been the one to bring him into the pack, and he was glad to help out with laying her to rest, as little as he liked the thought of her death. The Wolves had gone their separate ways after that, each going to grieve in their own way.
Shade was a loner. His parents had been loners, it was in his blood. But after their deaths, the queen had looked past his cold, quiet exterior and had invited him to join her pack. His scars itches as he remembered how he met her. He’d been set upon by a dragon that had wandered into his land. Their battle had been long since Shade was a stealth fighter, but that didn't help when the dragon simply set fire to the forest. He'd been forced to confront it directly, a little wolf going up against a big dragon. His home was on fire, and he was probably going to die. Nevertheless, he stepped up and challenged the dragon, using shadowsteps to get into the dragon’s back. Up there, he twisted the shadows cast by the dragon’s wings into blade and shredded the thin membranes. His teeth tore what the shadows could not, and as the dragon plummeted to the ground, he bit through the last of the muscle that held its wing to its back.
Of course, the dragon caught a hold of him, then, and takes him with it's claws. It grabbed him, digging the sharp points into his flesh before tossing him against a tree. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the dragon’s fiery maw, and water streaming towards it. When he woke, the queen was standing over him. She'd slain the dragon and healed his wounds. She even put out the fires. She spoke with him for a time, finally inviting him to join her pack and granting him a name. Wingwrecker.
And now she was gone.
Shade stepped into the pack area, spotting each of the others that had entered before him. He didn't like large groups, and slipped into the shadows near the back. His markings glowed faintly in the darkness, but his fur blended in with the shadows. He knew that anyone looking for him would find him easily, but it still made him more comfortable. As much as he just wanted to grieve, he knew the pack came first. It's what she would have wanted.
Shade was a loner. His parents had been loners, it was in his blood. But after their deaths, the queen had looked past his cold, quiet exterior and had invited him to join her pack. His scars itches as he remembered how he met her. He’d been set upon by a dragon that had wandered into his land. Their battle had been long since Shade was a stealth fighter, but that didn't help when the dragon simply set fire to the forest. He'd been forced to confront it directly, a little wolf going up against a big dragon. His home was on fire, and he was probably going to die. Nevertheless, he stepped up and challenged the dragon, using shadowsteps to get into the dragon’s back. Up there, he twisted the shadows cast by the dragon’s wings into blade and shredded the thin membranes. His teeth tore what the shadows could not, and as the dragon plummeted to the ground, he bit through the last of the muscle that held its wing to its back.
Of course, the dragon caught a hold of him, then, and takes him with it's claws. It grabbed him, digging the sharp points into his flesh before tossing him against a tree. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the dragon’s fiery maw, and water streaming towards it. When he woke, the queen was standing over him. She'd slain the dragon and healed his wounds. She even put out the fires. She spoke with him for a time, finally inviting him to join her pack and granting him a name. Wingwrecker.
And now she was gone.
Shade stepped into the pack area, spotting each of the others that had entered before him. He didn't like large groups, and slipped into the shadows near the back. His markings glowed faintly in the darkness, but his fur blended in with the shadows. He knew that anyone looking for him would find him easily, but it still made him more comfortable. As much as he just wanted to grieve, he knew the pack came first. It's what she would have wanted.
