Sarina is a world of beasts and Kings, werewolves who live in peace and harmony with each other, only warring with creatures they believe to be lesser than the wolf. This is what history books will tell you.
It could not be further from the truth...
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Serene.
Tranquil.
Quiet.
The forest is many beautiful things.
It is gentle, yet merciless. Kind, yet cruel.
Tame, yet wild.
Volatile.
Harsh.
Loud.
Man is many ugly things.
I would know.
Man, once named me, an ugly thing.
In my great time of need, the forest lent me a home and now, man is threatening to destroy it.
I cocked an arrow, a breath escaping from my lips.
Feeling the breeze, north by northeast, I adjusted my aim.
I am downwind, now is the time.
I let it fly, the raven feathers brushing against my cheek.
A cry of pain echoed through the silent trees, disturbing birds from their nests and rabbits from their holes.
Silently, I moved towards the target, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him behind me. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I searched nearby for the closest pack boundary, catching its scent moments later. Pulling the heavy man up onto my shoulder, I began my journey towards the pack.
Once I reached the border, I dropped him onto the forest floor carelessly, and ripped out my arrow from his arm, using it to roll him across the borderline as quickly as possible. Immediately, paws could be heard thundering their way towards us.
Man is coming.
Slinking away from the unconscious man, I hid behind the nearest tree, pressing myself as close as possible.
The forest returned to silence, peaceful and serene.
Then it was broken. The sounds of bones popping, and organs reforming echoed in my ears, making them twitch unhappily.
"Your Majesty..." My breath caught in my throat.
He is here.
"What happened here, soldier?" Power surged around me at the sound of his voice.
"It is the hunter, Your Majesty. He has brought us another gift from the forest." I smiled to myself.
They believe us to be a man.
Not wishing to risk being caught, I shifted. My human body melding into my animal seamlessly and silently, an adaption I acquired in these very woods.
I run quickly, my paws barely touching the hard earth, leaving the pack wolves far behind me.
