The wolves Final Act

The Kingdom Of The Fallen

Bloodshed... All of our loved ones, dead... Only the lucky had the chance of seeing there loved ones after the so called "war". Some call it a war, i call it genocide, genocide without a reason, without a cause. "The War of Unreasonable Genocide", and "The Fall Of The Great Wolf Empire"

We was forced out of there. Our home was destroyed, it was wasteland, after the war the soil was unable to grow crops, water all mucky and undrinkable.  We had no choice but to leave, to leave the place we once called our home, where i once grew up with my family, a place where i saw my people grow up; smiling laughing, crying, fighting, defending and dying. A place what is now known as the "The Valley Of The Silent Howl" which my father once ruled over.

My father, he used to be a good ruler, everyone in the kingdom  loved him. He made wise decisions and also he went upon everyone's thoughts, not just his own. He didn't have to disappear like that, he never did anything wrong...did he? What did we do? Is it bad for us to live, just because we're wolves? what on earth did we do to deserve this? No, we were forgotten by the world, we were forsaken, left to rot, to die and no one is there to help us... no one at all.

Nothing can be done to save us now, nothing but our own dead spirits trying to grip onto a tiny hope of life thinking that there is something....something out there that might, or will...change things around. Stupid right? yeah, it's the only thing we can do...just try and somehow survive this hell we live. 

i want to live, not just survive, i don't want to live in hunger or see my people fight over a scrap of food, i don't want to see my people hurt or blame things upon themselves...because they have done nothing to deserve this they have absolutely done nothing to deserve hell.

I don't care what people think of me as, I'm not always a nice person, I'm not always caring, yes I do have hatred in me, I do want to get my revenge, why do you hate us so much anyways?...my people I saw them hurt, injured, skinned,  dead, shattered and lifeless. I want to do the same to your people, hurt them,  kill hem, shatter them, whatever it takes to make you feel the same pain I felt. 

That's why Ceaser, I'm going to kill you...you and your stinking Empire will fall, and I will rise, my wolves will rise to the top and live, in peace and freedom and you...you will be the one to eat dirt off the floor...and suffer with your dead legacy that your father left behind....for nothing.