the dark wanderer

when death comes a knocking

Dawn was breaking as matheal awoke his den filled with his mares and guards all asleep from the nights festivities,  his 27th year what a small amount of time for him as he smirked nothing could stop him.

As matheal stood his frame nothing but scars and muscle from his many years of conflict his tail swayed as he left the confines of his den and looked to the east knowing that today would be another day filled with blood.  He revelled in the thought as he smiled evily his canines gleaming in the dawns glow "today I shall end the line of my rivals,  the wolfs of the blood hills " he erupted into a howl as his warriors below him joined in his howl blood would be spilled this day and no wolf would dare miss the slaughter their alpha would bring to them.

By mid day the pack had moved to the steep of the blood hills their blood fuled by hatred and bloodlust as their alpha stood before them and they charged.  Within minutes the skull wolfs had sliced and killed there rivals throats we're cut open blood ran in rivers down the mountain as the slaughter continued only the mares and pups were spared no blood wolf would survive the slaughter and as evening began the suns glow lot the mountain up in a glorious glow of crimson as the skull wolves stood paws deep in blood.

This would be the last time matheal would stand by his kin the last time the tri- breeds would have family's.  For that night began the extermination of tri-breeds by the many species on the planet and only one would live to spread the language and culture of his people

To this day many wonder why was he spared along with his mate while the others were merely lambs for the slaughter.  No one knows but one thing all agree on is that matheals heart since that day has been nothing but a void of darkness to which no light escapes .

When he was taken the humans underestimated him and his mate and after many attempts to tame them they turned to new tactics. For three moons they we're free from their cages and had sired a new pup.  This was to be short lived as on the last moon of the month the pup and mate we're slaughtered whilst they slept matheal being forced to watch as the last bit of live faded from his only family left on the world,  and something snapped he was no longer the proud alpha no he was a mindless killing machine as he tore across the human encampment and ran to what is now known as the dark lands a place where the sun does not shine and is cloaked in permanent darkness.

This was where necromancy was born and where it would become a dying art matheal was only 35 years old when he entered.

~thus began the awakening years ~