The Appalled One (On Hiatus)

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Scorpion's eyes darted around the terrain around him, panic arising deep within him as the rustling of the nearby brush grew louder. He didn't know what to do, which was expected due to his lack of engagement when it came to actually being a wolf. Besides, it was in a way his mother's fault for having protected him for far too long. Now, he was as cowardly as mouse. With any sudden movement, he would be completely paralyzed and nothing would get him out of that stage apart from Arachnid, which would occur right as this moment.

"Why are you just standing there!? Move!!"  Arachnid's sudden bark snapped Scorpion out of his subconscious, a mental drive immediately activating his fight-or-flight response. Obviously, flight was chosen and in that moment Scorpion's legs moved without command, getting him far from the possibly danger that was closing in with the two of them. Or so he thought. 

Suddenly, a group of ferocious, large and vivacious wolves stepped out from the brush, their canines baring. They were full grown wolves, their impressive pelts bristling as dominance surged through them. Scorpion didn't recognize these wolves, in fact they didn't have the familiar scent that his fellow ex-packmates had. These were-without a doubt- wolves from one of their opposing packs. At that thought, Scorpion instinctively growled, his juvenile canines showing. 

The opposing wolves stared at him, bursting out laughing. How ever so curious. A small, defenseless runt dared to oppose them. They had to give the pup credit though for showing fearlessness, but that wouldn't cut it. The wolves recognized the smell on Scorpion. He was one of the Pure Ones. Their pack found it discriminating with the fact that an outside pack suddenly appeared and claimed to be superior. It was downright idiotic. If they were as pure as they were, then how come they cowered away and hid deep within the forest? In this kingdom, it doesn't matter how "pure" your blood was, it mattered how strong you were. Hell, perhaps the omegas belonged on top of the pyramid since they proved to be far more fearless than a few "pure" wolves in the past. "Well, it looks like we have found a pure one here lads." One of the wolves sneered, his muzzle covered in scars from past encounters with other packs. The other wolves around him stared at Scorpion, their eyes full with nothing but malicious intentions. 

"A pure one? Ay, we have hit the jackpot. It is rare finding your kind alone little one. For every pure one we find, we never let it waste. We spread our presence by destroying every single one of you. You "pure-bred" wannabes are just as pure-bred as we are. None of us are pure-bred in the end. We all share our similarities, but your pack can continue thriving in their fantasy land. One way or another, your pack will go down in flames." A she-wolf stepped up, her large paws clamping themselves on Scorpion, pinning him down. Scorpion quivered slightly, his fur bristling as he lowly whimpered. At that remark, the she-wolf laughed, her gaze menacing and cruel as she watched Scorpion squirm underneath her grasp. "See? You pure ones are pathetic. Cowards. You say you are the superior blood in the wolf species yet when an outsider steps up, your tails go between your legs. Perhaps your pack is way too close to the humans, ey?  Who knows, maybe a few of you have been slipping and going into contact with the humans. Perhaps a few of you are now their puppy dogs." The she-wolf cynically stated, her ebony canines glistening with every word that escaped her mouth. One of the other wolves closely examined Scorpion, their heads cocking to the side as they also stepped up. 

"Ay, I've never seen this type of pattern on a wolf before. Now, this is new. He has different patches of fur almost everywhere. Are we sure that this is a pure one? Maybe he's from another pack that perhaps got to a pure one before we did?" The wolf stated, squinting. The other wolves also examined Scorpion, nodding in agreement. The she-wolf snarled, glaring at the other wolves. "You devils are as shallow as a stream! This is obviously a pure one! Even if you were to kill a pure one, your scent never alters. You are what you are and your scent proves that. He may have a unique pattern sure, but remember, we never let anything rot. There's a possibly that this kiddo's unique pattern may be more tasteful than the other pure ones we have come across. Besides, look at his ear. I know that type of tear. This pup has been exiled by Faolan. That is his signature way of exile. Your right ear gets a chunk taken out of it." The she-wolf sighed annoyingly, questioning why she had to get the dullest tools in the shed out of all the wolves.