Pitch gasped at what he saw...
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Standing in front of him was a wolf. An old one at that. Its fur was a deep red and was matted to the point it hurt to look at. Its eyes where black no light reflected off of them. But what made him gasp was the fact he had no furry tail but a leathery black one spiked at the end also when he streached leathery torn up wings sprouted from his back flaping back and forth. They looked about ready to fall apart hoverring over his head was a circular black object oozing black goo just like his wings. All in all he was the creepiest thing he had ever seen. "what are you?" he asked. "Not important. But I am a fallen." It replies. Fallen. He had heard that before! Father had mentioned it a few times but he had fell asleep before he heard the whole story. Now was the only time he wished he had listened. "Okay I guess if that's all I need to know I am fine."Pitch said. "But can I have a name?" "Sure Lacey." he says. "No your name!" "Oh, Lucifer." he said. "I'm gonna call you luc for short." Pitch murmured. "Fine but can we train now?" Luc snapped impatient. Pitch nodded. "Can you fight?" he asked. "Well I haven't really been in a fight before. But-" luc cuts him off. "great then!" he yelled happily and lunges at pitch. Pitch howls with surprise leaping back. Luc lands on his paws and does not hesitate to charge him again. Pitch waits till Luc lunges again to jump landing on top of him. Pitch triumphantly sat down on him. But suddenly luc roles to the side and pitch was tossed to the left hitting a wall he did not know was there. Walls suck! "That was an okay move but you let your gaurd down! Never do that! The fights are to the death not some kid game!" Luc growled out stalking towards him. Pitch tries to get up but a paw steps on his chest crushing all air from him. Air. That was what he needed but he couldn't because of the blasted paw crushing his lungs. Desperate he shot his head up jaws locking on fur and digging into the fleshy part of the paw. Blood pored into his muzzle making him want to gag but he still couldn't breath and the room was starting to spin so he bit down harder when his jaws scratched bone the paw leaves his chest a howl of pain tore from Luc's throat. Pitch sprang up licking his muzzle drops of blood running down his tounge. Luc was licking his wounded paw growling in pain. Black inky stuff was seeping from the bite mark covering his paw and dripping from his teeth. Each drop adding to the pool of the inky stuff in the floor. Luc grinned and spat the stuff at pitch's paw covering it with the goo. His paw started I tingle like something was crawling up it. Looking at Luc Pitch saw that he was no longer nursing his wound but watching his paw. Pitch let out a strangled gasp when he saw the bone shift and the teeth marks vanish completely. Torn muscle grew back and skin creeped over it followed by little hair sprouting from the new skin turning into fur. Then to Pitch's horror Luc bent down and licked up the goo swallowing it all. His teeth gleaming with the last remaing drops of the black goo. Pitch was going to ask what the hell that was when pain exploded in he's left paw. He tumbled to the ground whimpering and withering around. To his compleat horror the fur above this paw shriveled away and the skin broke into a deep gash his muscles Spliting apart and showing bone. The bone carved itself deap bite marks and gashes. Blood seeped out and the goo crept in making the pain worse. Minutes passed and the pain dulled to slightly unbearable. Pitch stood up holding his paw to his chest wincing in pain. "Wha-what was that?!" He howled. "Magical spit!" Luc said waving a paw in the air. Then burst into laughter. "Anyways time for you to wake up. Expect me the next time you close your eyes." Luc said. His eyes became heavy and closed. "Pitch!" someone howled. "ya?" he asked opening his eyes. "How many times have I told you not to sleep when I talk about creatures of old?!" father shouts. "many." bone the betas pup whispered. Pitch glared at him. "Sorry." Pitch muttered. "Fine now listen we have one more creature to cover for today. The fallen." father said. His ears pirked up. "Now the fallen where angels gone bad." father started. "There are few but still they are quite powerful. Kicked out of heavens ranks the fallen created hell and it's demons. As I taught you yesterday, every angel has to have a host a human host and since wolves are pure creatures they can also have a wolf host instead." wopsies might have slept through that one. "They got the name gaurdian angels because if their host dies they die so they do anything in their power to keep them safe and keep them from harms way. Every angel, even the fallen, need a host but since they left heaven the strict host rules no longer matter and if their host dies they don't. They can also chose if they want a human or wild host and who they want. If a guardian had that specific host the fallen can over power the guardian and the gaurdian would die. The fallen visit their host in dreams and can't sometimes kill their hosts themselves. The fallen are one of the most powerful creatures of old and most dangerouse." Father finished. So does he have a fallen instead of a gaurdian? Questions swirled in his head and yet again he found himself ignoring father. Until snow's voice jolted him out of his thoughts. "Pitch! What happened to your paw!? It looks mauled!" snow howled. Pitch looked down and saw his left paw still has that wound he some how got. His nightmare had suddenly became extremely real.
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FantasíaEvil was created when the hellhounds were born. Hope was crushed as the hellhounds grew up. Love meant nothing as the hellhounds fought. Pain filled all as one hellhound fled. But all hell broke loose when the hellhound returned. I do not own th...