Black Wolf

Dinning Hall

Maggie began telling the story of the Black Wolf.

It was long, long ago, when the first of our kind became wolves. There was  the five spirts wolfs, A white coat  wolf with eye blue as the sky, a red coat with eyes of light as soil brown, a brown coat with eyes of the dark green grass on the ground., a gray with eyes of the wind, which are clear and it is the only wolf that is blind, and the black wolf with eyes as yellow as the sun. All the wolf spirts had a different meaning in it life. All brothers and sister, but all seeing the world in a different light.

White- The Life, It lives to give life to the fullest ones path,and be able to touched the sky with it's endless restlessness. No one could out run it, never being able to escape from it. And loves to play with other, a very friendly spirte wolf, but gets into alot of trouble, because of its playfullness it offten misunderstand.

Red- The Growth, It lives to survie among the world, to adapte, quickly learning. It's thirst for knowlogie is endless, and never fullfil. Always wanting to learn more. To know the best, how to live the best. It goes hand in hand with the white wolf, because them two always want to explore the unknown.

Brown- The Healer, It lives to heal. To cause the others. To fear the unknown. It is not aways fun and games. It is said that, even though it fears the unknown, The red and white always brings brown along, so they don't think they could go unhurt. Which is always the case.

Grey -The Dead, It lives to see the dead. Pack have said that when a full grey coat pup is born. That it is bad luck for the pack. Because it's the symble of dead, which is not the case. It is like the healer, to give causion to the wind. The Grey is a wolf that can see what the other can not. Blinded by their sight. The grey is blind, and able to see what other could not.

Black- The protecter. It lives to protect it's own kind. There's not much to it. It choose not to fight unless it has too. It is to be feared among with the Grey, because of intadation. Even so, It is foretold, luck that comes to the pack when it is reborn to a pack. Happiness as well, making the pack stronger. The protector is the Alpha among all of them. 

And these Five wolf spirts are reborn every so offten, living the life among us. It is a blessing to be choosen to have them as our wolf. And we should always respect them. Even though this is our life they are sharing with us, living in the moment with us. They had their time here. They are just here to guild us. 

But then something happen, it has been said that the black wolf was broken hearted to see such cruelty fighting among our kind. That it was said that he would never reborn to such crulety, and no one has seen it for over 1000 years.

Maggie finished telling the story, with a smile, but there was sadness in her eyes.

"Great-Maggie, Your over 1000 Years old? Have you ever seen the Black wolf?"

Werewolves are not immortal, we just age much more slowly. VERY slowly.  Maggie is old for her age. Record for a werewolves is 1326 years. So everyone thinks Maggie will beat the record. But at an avenger, It could rage from 500-850 years. War and all. Some don't even past 100.

"Mmm, Have I ever seen the Black wolf?" She was deep in though as if recalling a memory. A soft smile, as she wonder back to her past.

"Why must you leave?" 

"Do you not see the chaos here? Me being here is the cause of all this. I'm going to leave. We were to come as a whole not tear each other apart. I fought for my kind!" It was the Black wolf talking. Not my mate. 

"Please if only we could talk to them. Make them understa-"

"Maggie. My love. They will never understand. They are all full of greed. Come, Come with me. We can leave together till our last breath."