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DARKNESSUNTOLD
Rain.
In the cold, dark night, the wolf could tell that rain was coming. Standing in the shadows of a cold March night, it's fur black. He blended into his surroundings. Reaching eight feet, his body built of strong muscle beneath the thick, dark coat of sleek design. Dark fur that shifted with the wind and covered his entire body. A low rumble escaped the creature.
The male wolf's large paws shifted on the ground silently, anticipation in his bones. He was made for this; a bred predator at birth, born to kill than sit on a throne. This was his place yet, many didn't agree. Prominent blue eyes pierced the darkness, scanning in front him silently. A wet nose sniffed the air for prey. Several other wolves, not as large as their Great leader, stood waiting for their orders.
"They're close,"the black wolf rasped, his voice strong and deep. Authoritive and respected, the other dressed back,hiding in the thicket of the trees."Be ready, Shifters.
The large wolves stood their ground, furs on edge and ears drawn back against their bulky heads, awaiting in the darkness for their enemies. Exhors have been a threat to Inhumans for centuries. Humans who have sold their souls and become heartless, painless hunters for an evil God known as the Gysen. Footsteps rang out in the far distance, thundering against the earth gaining distance. The rancid scents of the soulless humans stung the Shifters noses.As the hellfire beat ofexhors got louder, the wolves lowered their stances, ready to pounce.
Just as the first soullesswas in sight, the grey clouds rumbled like beating war drums, the first drop of rain fell from the Heavens and a centuries old battle began.
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The Black wolf sunk it's dagger like teeth into the neck of his enemy. Black blood spewing from the punctures and fouling the wolf's mouth. Once the soulless stopped moving, the Shifter spit the bastards body out. That was the last of it, for now.
Acknowledging the remaining of his kin, he noticed many were wounded and some were lost to the wrath of evil. 'How could he say that. They were all far from good. 'The dead would be mourned respectively, it was a sad thing to return back to the pack and tell the parents and lovers of their fallen. It hurt him almost as much as it did them.
As a King, he felt the pain of the his People and strived to provide and protect them, as it was his duty. He was born to lead and so he did. Not from a throne but, also the battlefield where he thrived and assisted any way he could. All his years as a king, The Wolf had learnt one thing, he didn't like to sit back. He abhorred being on that throne. Seated and comfortable as others served a true purpose and his natural intuition slowly died.
So, against the Council and the Laws, he shifted and fought with his Warrior brothers. Experiencing a sense of responsibility and respect for them and finding his true calling under the Moon. Though they may fight to protect what they cared about, nevertheless they had caused countless blood spell. Even if its was the blood of the soulless it mattered as if it was the blood of the innocent. And they have fought with their common enemy for thousands of years. The eradication of exhors was a necessity for Inhumans as they endangered them.
All were tired as bodies of the Exhors began to decay around them. Once water had touched their dead bodies, it decays, leaving nothing behind. As skilled killers, trained by none other that his trusted Friend, were all taught and bred to be clever and deadly.
The Black Wolf, the Alpha Male, said unto his Pack warriors, "This is a Victory, Shifters! We may be weakened, we have lost our brethren but, we have triumphed!! We are weak as one, but together we are strong! Together we are a pack! "
The clouds above had dispersed, the air becoming humid and cold against wet fur. The Black Wolf threw back his head, dark fur bristling in the night's wind. Big paws soaked with the thickness of Soulless' blood and his hefty dark tail behind him. And let out his call of a mourning victory, to the darkened night. One by one,the wolves, his Warriors, all bloodied and exhausted, joined their King in a howl of triumph, loss of brothers and pain, under the Glimmering light of the Silvery Moon.
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