The Corrupt Of My Soul

Chapter One~

"Look at him, Kyoka. Can we keep 'em? Look how sweet he is!" The canine cackled with a grin, pearly white fangs gritted. The kitten looked up at the crowd of wolves with wide, scarlet eyes, a small purr and a flick of his tail. "If we keep him, you can't eat him like last time. It starts with you wanting to keep it as a pet, then ends with it in your stomach." The Alpha replied with a grunt, a small smirk curling his lips. 

A few moons later, and Kajuma is a pleasant addition to the Tribe; although what he does now doesn't seem to compare with what he will be able to accomplish in future references. "Kajuma, water. Where is my water? I asked you for water a few moments ago." Kyoka said, looking down at the kitten. "Yes, Alpha." Kajuma responded in a hushed voice.  "I think It's time we made a soldier out of you. You've been quite a dog, these days. Now it is time for you to become a wolf." Smiling, Kajuma nodded. "Janajaati Baithak!" The  Alpha shouted. The wolves gathered around Syoka-The sacred meeting place, the dark-coated feline standing before Kyoka and the rest of the Tribe with small wooden cups of berries, leaves and herbs at his sides. "Today you will receive your Tribe-name, Likudama, tribal markings and Jadumi." Said the wolf, beckoning him forward. "From today until your death, you will be known as Kajuma of Sacred Warrior. We honor your courage and faithfulness." Giving a faint smile, Kyoka pressed a paw into the wooden bowls and painted the markings across his face; Red over his eyelids and chin, white along his muzzle and cheeks, black over his nose bridge. Then the Likudama-the mask, a white surface over his face that has slits at his eyes for vision. Painted with black and shades of grey and red, exotic figures and lines marking across the white. Alasra retrieved his Jadumi from her den, draping it over his head and around his neck. "Thank you, Alpha."

"We call this Janajaati Baithak today to pay a debt to our God, Raashindu." Kyoka said, mask over his face, same as everyone else including Kajuma. "We offer these sacrifices to her." He said, Likudama shielding any hint of his emotions. "Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The wolves chanted, encircling the small clan of cats. The tribe wolves were twice the size of the clan cats, not to mention twice the amount of them.  The felines also made the mistake of having fear plastered across their faces. Eventually, flames lit the scene-or more truthfully, the clan of hissing felines. Blackened clouds created a thick, dark layer over the skies, sending droplets of blood raining down upon the scene. "Raashindu accepts our gift." Kyoka said.

Kajuma noticed within each day that he seemed more 'canine' then ever, although he wasn't sure he ever looked exactly like a feline. But it wasn't difficult to live in the Tribe nowadays, finding that his mother was a God to be worshiped by his entire Tribe. But it didn't change much of how the wolves treated him. Slashing a set of claws down Kyoka's chest, he drew a fair share of the thick scarlet substance from the wolf's embodiment. "Good. Nice and fatal with that one. Straight for the heart." He praised, voice muffled by his Likudama. "Now, start again. We'll stop once the other cannot go on." Nodding, Kajuma backed up and sprinted for his Alpha, claws jutting across his side. Blood clouded his vision, but he continued. The feline jumped at his back, ripping at the back of his throat. But Kyoka rolled onto his backside, pinning Kajuma and biting at his throat until darkness choked him into unconsciousness.