Glowing: By Fate | a Black Panther's Tale

0| Every Story Has a Past

In the silent forest was a young white female wolf lying, breathing labored.

She was giving birth. The pack stood outside the cave giving their luna her privacy. Soon the pain became too much, and the wolf fainted, eyes rolling back into her head and her head thudding to the soft nest that had been made just for her.

But she wakes up to the sound of whimpers and the excited yips of the pack. Her ears perk up, and she lifts her head to see that her back paws are a bundle. A living bundle. A wolf pup. Being born without fur, this pup is vulnerable, and the wolf mother at once grabs onto her scruff, lifting it to its stomach so it can start to feed already.

The cave grows silent as a black-green-eyed wolf enters the cave—the alpha. Lucius. "how is my dear mate?" he purs as he rubs his black snout against the luna's own. "I'm fine, my love. Our dauther is born" the alpha stops nuzzling his mate and looks over her head to see a naked baby pink bumble nuzzling her mother's stomach in the hope of food.

A fond loving smile spreads on Luczios's snout, and he nuzzles his mate again "she is beautiful, my dear. wonder what her fur color will look like?" Lia, the luna of the pack, snorts and nuzzles her mate back. "so do I, my love, even though it is too early for that." Luczios chuckles and walks away from her head, and round her laying down behind her back, cuddling her. "for now, I agree with you. dear, let's sleep. you must be tried," and the two do just that satisfied that their dauther is born and the pack is happy.

Soon silence reissues them, and they all fall to the night's lullaby.

A few wolves are still awake; one of them is the pack's elder, Mudember, a brown old male wolf and the most senior of the group. He is the father of Lia. Yes, I know he is brown, but her mother was white, and she got her white coat there. But it's also sprinkled with brown dots, so people won't suspect her of being adopted. Member's mate has been dead for a long time ago. And why he hasn't left the pack yet is due to his need to be with his daughter. she is big enough, but this pack was once his, and now it is his daughter and her mate's.

Alpha Luczios let him stay here. After all, they are on good terms and friends. Also, it is good to have someone to turn to when you dont know what to do.

The pack is now satisfied, healthy, and happily waiting for its newcomer to grow.

But Death waits for the pack, preening the shadows on his like. And sooner or later, he will strike out and take those he deems worthy of following him.

It is soon time.

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"Baba?" a young T'Challa asked his father, "Yes, my son?"

"Tell me a story ." the father smiled and asked softly. "Which one?" little T'Challa answered with excitement "  The story of home ." his father hummed and started to tell the story.   A meteorite drifts toward tiny Earth off in the distance. "Millions of years ago, a meteorite made of vibranium, the strongest substance in the universe, struck the continent of Africa, affecting the plant life around it." So the meteorite hits Africa, and the plant life and animals are affected by vibranium.

"And when the time of man came, five tribes settled on it and called it Wakanda. The tribes lived in the constant war until a warrior shaman received a vision from the Panther goddess Bast who led him to the Heart-Shaped Herb, a plant that granted him superhuman strength, speed, and instincts." the king continued to tell. A visual representation of the five tribes emerges as hands from the sand animation, and they unite and then break apart as conflict arises. Finally, Bashenga rises above the competition and eats the Heart-Shaped Herb, proceeding to unite the tribes.