The Wolves Of Time

The sound of a distant cry as the darkness arises.Trees of twisted desire sway to the winter wind while the pale moon above stares down at the dying forest below.Scar stands in the concealment of thick undergrowth with ever watching icy eyes as he locks his gaze upon the alpha male and his arch nemesis Ivy. His jet black fur bristled,sinewy muscles ready for the fight, teeth bared, saliva thick and maddened with the thirst for revenge.It had been nearly three centuries since he had watched that white monster murder Rosebud and he had been waiting for his chance so long to taste the blood of his enemy. When those orange beads met his he did not back down but instead leapt upon that beastly body like the strong defiant warrior he had become. He locked his jaws around the soft furry flesh of his neck but the battle was far from over because he was shaken off into the blanket of white in an instant yet he got back on his four paws to feel the fury of his estranged brother once more.He did not dare yelp when those razors tore into his sides and his own skin was ripped away. He latched onto his face and clamped down.The others watching in silent submission while he took chunk after chunk.Pinning him down to the ground.Snarling furiously enraged.His pain felt cries bring joy to Scar because he knew in that moment that he would succeed.Crushing his windpipe.Lungs struggling for air in this primal tangle.His eyes closed as he ceased to exist.Scar finally released after the scarlet that filled his mouth stopped completely.He cast his glare upon them, a road map of scars marring his face, and red staining his muzzle.It was complete and he let out a victory howl then disappeard from sight.Leaving them with their fallen master.Continuing to roam alone.A spirit of the empty desolate tundra.Never stopping to rest bringing judgement to the wicked.