White glowed through the darkness as a light grey wolf padded confidently through the murky forest. Her ear flicked as a twig snapped. Greedy, murderous eyes burned through her pelt as she walked. An almost black tiger with black stripes emerged, snarling.
"Your a long way from home, pretty." He growled.
"I have come to take back what you took from us." Her white eyes stared right into his pure black ones.
A foul grin spread across his face. A horrible cackle echoed through the forest as he laughed. "There's nothing left of that pathetic tiger." He spat.
"You will take me to him, Scather." The grey wolf snarled. Scather hadn't as many scars as Bloodpool, he was second in command. His ears flattened as he led the wolf to the torn body of Tegar.
"I told you. Now leave!" He growled.
"Are you not even a tiny bit sorrowful, seeing your brother torn to peices like this?" The wolf whispered.
The pitch black gaze of the massive tiger softened for a moment, then hardened again. "Tegar was weak! I am ashamed to be his brother." He snarled.
"Very well." The wolf murmured. She picked up the torn pelt, walking away solemnly.
Scather stood for a moment, considering what the wolf had said.
"Don't listen to Wulf." A voice snarled from behind him. Scather turned to see the ragged form of Bloodpool.
"She is weak," he continued, slithering around Scather. "She will be among easiest to kill."
"B-but what if she's right? What if..." Scather was interrupted by a feirce scrath to the chest, sending him flying backward. His back slammed a tree. A sickening crack sounded as blood pooled from each wound as Scather roared in pain.
"You will never justify a star!" He howled. "THEY ARE WEAK COWARDS!"
"I-I am sorry, Bloodpool!" Scather said desperately.
"SORRY?!" Wicked laughter broke through the trees. "SORRY?! PUNISHMENT IS DEATH!" He roared. "And I'll make this painful, just for you." He growled softly, digging his claws into Scather's chest. He brought him to the ground, slowly tearing his tail out.
A battle cry sounded from the dark trees as a white alicorn dove from the sky, kicking Bloodpool off and grabbing Scather by the scruff. Like lightning, she flew away.
"STARBEAM!" Bloodpool howled in rage.
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Scather lay in the soft, silver grass, dark red blood pooling around him. His eyes were open, but unresponsive.
"Why did you rescue that... Thing?!" The fox snarled. "Did you NOT forget what they did to Tegar?!"
"No being deserves to suffer." Starbeam insisted, pounding her hoof on the ground.
Leapard spoke next. "Well, let us see what Legend decides."
The Chinese Dragon flew over to them. "Legend is.... Busy.... Right now." He said, as he was second in command.
"Will you please tell him we need to speak with him soon?" Wulf asked.
"I will."
"Thank you, Chang."
Chang nodded, flying away.
Suddenly, a choking plea sounded from the dying tiger.
"Please...." He stuttered, coughing up blood. "T-take me to m-my b-brother..."
"Your brother is dead!" The fox growled. "Your 'master' killed him!"
"I-I sense h-he is alive..." More blood poured onto the silver grass. "I-I need to s-see him..."
Wulf nodded. She padded away for a moment, then came back with Tegar.
"B-but... You're dead..." Leapard whispered in shock.
"Wulf healed me." Tegar explained plainly. He walked to his brother, staring down at the bloody mess.
"T-Tegar... I'm s-sorry...." Scather's scratchy voice choked out.
Tegar glared down at his brother as life leeched out of him. Leaning down with tears rimming his eyes, he whispered. "I forgive you..."
The two brothers lay on the ground in silence as peace settled over them. Their feud had ended... After all those years...
As Scather's final breath escaped his jaws, Tegar sighed, getting up.
"Hes gone." He whispered.
"Not nessisarily." Wulf replied. Her glowing eyes grew more intese and the body of Scather rised, glowing. Breath rocked his body as Starwulf brought him back to life. His dark pelt lightening to a lighter grey, and his eyes glowing a light grey. His stripes lighened to dark grey.
Scather lowered, his wounds disappearing. He turned to his brother, his eyes full of new wisdom. He smiled, tears rimming them as he lunged for his brother playfully, roaring in joy.
As the two tussled playfully, Wulf looked over to the white fox. The fox looked away, tail swishing.
"Do not tell me that you are not pleased to see them so joyful, Faux."
Faux's ears twitched, but she said nothing and watched the two brothers.
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Bloodpool paced angrily, growling.
"Maybe we could--" A black fox was interrupted by a snarl and deadly glare from Bloodpool. "R-right..."
"They will all die... Soon..."
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