*Start prologue music*
Maximus was sure of two things this night.
One, it's cold as shit.
Thunderstorms brought heavy rain and lightning strikes across the monster country, it brought devastation to the Monsters.
Oceanmons reported that rip tides took young Oceanmons kits from their families. Five young monsters were missing. Maximus thinks the parents should have had a hand on them.
Shadowmons reported landslides around the mountains. It caused three deaths, crushed by falling rocks and lost forever. Stupid way to die in Maximus' mind.
Junglemons reported trees falling and destroying homes. Three young kids were crushed by the trees. Same case as the Oceanmons, Maximus thought, don't let kids out of their sight.
Wingmons was struck down by lightning. The dust was found among the ground and trees. It was spread among a half a mile distance. Maximus had to hold back laughter at the meeting. He could think of a few jokes just for that. But he wanted to avoid another war against the Wingmons.
They had other issues at hand.
NO FURS.
They appeared thousand years ago, nothing more than little mosquitos to the Monsters. They asked for Furmon's and Shadowmons' land. The Leaders of the past agreed with them and gave them a large chunk of land for them to grow into.
But now, they have outgrown the space and requested more.
The now leader Maximus of Furmons and the Shadow King of Shadowmons rejected the claim.
The NO FURS was angry of course, no enrage was a better word.
They embargoed all trade with the Monsters.
Maximus and the other leaders had to declared war on them. Monsters needs those goods. The NO FURS makes most of the goods that allow Monsters to live.
Because of their stupid actions, the NO FURS had to fight the Great Monster tribes!
Who spent centuries of fighting each other and training for battle!
Just for fun!
Stupid. Absolutely stupid.
NO FURS must be a special breed of stupid.
But that didn't stop Monsters winning battles.
Maximus smirked. He would scare off any NO FURS who thinks they can steal the Monsters of goods.
The second thing he was sure of.
*Stop the music*
It was the Naming of the Great Amarande family. This was his favorite family.
The Amarande family has had a long history of great warriors. Felix Amarande and Asher Amarande are just a few examples. They killed over two hundred No Furs and won many battles against Wingmons! He watched the mother, Melathe Amarande, birthed four young Kits just years earlier.
Kora is around seven now, the young child didn't really show the Amarande power, she was average at most. But, a warrior was a warrior.
Ash and Blake are around five, maybe four years old. They were a powerful pack together, but when they were apart..Let's not talk about it.
If one of them should die...
God, Maximus hates to think about that.
Little Lilith, the newest in the family is around two now.
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FantasyA small kit was born... *** Maximus only cared about two things in his life. His own people, and war. He never cared about anything else. He felt swirling feeling of emptiness in his SOUL, except for when he was around the two things he ca...
