ooc. What it's the best I could do with paint?! -.- Fine here's a decent one. =P



Thunder clouds soon began to roll in on the peaceful scene. Recently they had been news spread of a traitor that dwelled within the pack, but as weeks passed this thought was pushed aside, and bigger matters we're at hand. The alphess, his mother was due to have pups anytime soon now, and it was a joyful day for all the wolves in the pack, wither it be the beta's, or even the omegas. Everyone was excited by the thought of new arrivals, but this made them arrogant, and naive. Mean while something sinister had been happening. A faint scent of intruders lingered in the wind, but it seemed as no one noticed accept for him. The brute was only around a year old, and was still quite new to the way of the pack, but he knew enough to know when to back down.

Gray hued lips parted in order to speak, revealing tainted fangs. "Father... Theres something wrong..." Unlike what you might think his voice was not husky, nor respect demanding, but rather unsure, and apologetic. He was directing his almost child like voice to the alpha, his proud sire. Yellow colored orbs showed little to no emotions, but the presence of worry was quite clear. Making a low whine in order to gain attention, he walked slowly over to the alpha, waging his tail in a friendly manner, and keeping his head low to show respect. This was supposed to be the future alpha? The thought ran like a flowing river through the larger brute's head. Turning with a snarl he bared his fangs on his son, ashamed by his pathetic nature.

Maw opened emitting harsh words, "When speaking to me, you should never use such weak words. Your my son, the future alpha demand respect when you walk, sound forceful when you talk, or leave my pack." His voice was like a shot gun. It went straight through the younger male's heart, tearing it apart. He could almost hear the finger pulling on the trigger, the rust click signsling the release of the bullet. He had tried everything to please his father, but he was still young, and lacked confidence. Pinning his auds against his skull in a defensive manner, his gaze shifted from the alpha to the alphess who held the same cold, lifeless stare on her face. It was quite clear he wouldn't get a different reaction from her either.

Then finally yellow pools rested on the figure of his sister. She was a lovely cream, and gray colored maiden. Not having a unique pelt like himself, he had always been the one who was expected to be the better of the two siblings, but alas he wasn't. His sister was everything he wasn't. She was bold, aggressive at times, fit in well with a pack holding a high stature, and most of all her build was a real eye pleaser. Unlike him, who held nothing more then a dangly, long legged with no body look. She had filled out to where her legs we're the perfect size, and shape. Her body was like a nicely shaped barrel containing all the curves you could ever want, and in all the right places. Let alone her voice, it was like the sound of the wind flowing through freshly dewed grass, while his was more like a rusty car engine.

Soon a sigh escaped his maw, it was an upsetting sign for the alpha, and he could tell that, but perhaps this place just wasn't right for him. Looking back to his sibling, he could tell she supported him, no matter what decision he chose to go with. Turning back to the alpha, he tried puffing his chest out in order to look more muscled. Baring his fangs slightly, his voice came as a snarl. "I shall leave then." In his head he was thinking that this was crazy, that he couldn't go through with it, that he'd be picked off by another pack within moments later, but to his surprise the alpha, his father didn't look upset, but rather almost proud. "If thats your decision, you are now banished from this pack, return and I shall kill you." The alpha's voice ran loud and clear. It was a warning to his son, and even more a threat.

Although he had to admit, he didn't expect his son to come back with that answer, and it was a surprise to him, but none the less anyone who ever left his pack would never return alive. Emitting a low growl through clenched teeth the large rusty colored brute stood up, tail held high, head raised demanding respect. His stare was locked on the figure of his son, nothing else seemed to grab his attention right now, not even the ever growing scent of intruders. Backing up slowly, the young brute turned tail to the alpha. Walking away, he soon took up the pace of a lope, running past the others in his pack they looked to him as if he wasn't even worthy, or was rather a bad seed.

Continuing his fast pace in tell he reached the border of his father's pack lands the storm over head was growing. It sent waves of light down towords the ground, striking it with a loud bang, the sound made him want to retreat back to his former pack, but knowing his father's strong scene of duty, and law he'd never accept him back in. Looking over the horizon the image which lay in front of his own eyes shocked him. A group of rouges we're making their way to his fathers land, covered with the scent of death, and drenched in others blood they no longer resembled wolves, but rather looked like demons who had just rose from the darkest pits of hell. Tail tucked tightly between his legs, his body soon began to shake.

Now realizing that he'd have to do something, long legs quickly took off at a steady pace, beating in rhythm with that of the rouges. They weren't very far behind him, but luckily they hadn't spotted his gray form amonst the many rocks laid on the side of the mountain. Making a sunken movement, he soon approached the den, paws clicked against the stone, alerting the alpha of his presence. Coming out with a snarl the alpha looked upon his son with shame. Begging for forgiveness he laid down flat against the ground, words barely being muttered for fear in having his tongue ripped out. "Please! Father listen to me, intruders are making their way here! Their drenched in blood, and reek of death!" His words had no effect on the proud brute, he figured it was all just a lie in order to be accepted back into the pack, but that wouldn't work.

Pulling black lips back into a snarl, he revealed inch long fangs seeking his sons flesh. Snapping down onto the muzzle of the younger brute, his fangs sunk into the flesh, allowing blood to flow freely from the wound. Letting out a yelp, he tried to paw at his maw hoping that the alpha would release his grip, but finding he had no mercy the puppy like whimpers soon began to emit from his maw, begging for forgiveness. Ivory colored fangs continued to bite down harder on his sons maw in tell he felt he had reached a point to where the pain would no longer increase. Opening his jaws, his released his powerful grip from the other, and stared down at him nothing but pure hatred was held within his yellow orbs.

Blood dripping from crimson stained fangs the alpha brought his tongue up in order to cleanse them, but rather let it hang lose from the side of his mouth. Blood stained both of the brutes muzzle, one from injury, the other from causing the wound. Lips soon curled into a smirk, he looked upon his pathetic son, once more beginning to utter words. "Your worthless, you say you want to leave, and yet here you are." Fangs bared once more, reaching down to rip the flesh off the back of his neck, he stopped half way, looking up to see what his son had warned him about. They standing only a few yards in front of them we're blood drenched rouges. Kicked out of there packs, they roamed freely cutting down any wolf that dared to stand in their path.

Letting out a low growl the alpha soon turned his attention on them, forgetting about his son. Stepping forward, he began to rotate around what appeared to be the leader of the group. His pack eagerly fallowed up behind him. The numbers we're strangely in favor of the rouges, but they also looked to be weaker. Most of them we're half starved, flea bitten, and ridden with diesei. Fang's bared he didn't even get the chance to speak a word before the rouges dashed past him, sinking there fangs into his comrades, he charged at the leader intending to kill him. The alphess quickly tried to run to her mate's side, but found she was being taken away by some of the rouges. Feeling fangs close in on her neck, suddenly the breath escaped her maw, not being able to recover it.

Allowing a gasp to slip through she brought her paw up, reaching out for the rouges, but somehow they had tossed her on her back, and we're biting savagely at her throat, seeking the vein of life buried beneath layers of flesh and fur. Finally getting a decent grip, they took turns. With each bite more blood was shed, and after about five minutes a steady flow made it's way out her neck, covering her fur with the crimson liquid, and drowning herself in a pool of blood. The red liquid filled her throat, choking her, coughing, she rested her gaze on her mate, who was fighting off the other leader, slightly saddened that he wasn't their for her right now her last thought was "Damn it all to hell".

Suddenly the young brute lifted his head, hearing the growls, and cries of his mother he looked over just in time to watch her die. Seeing the rouges surrender her body, they hadn't stopped after she had died, no they we're ripping her throat out, piece by pieces consuming it as if it was the weekly supply of caribou. Rage soon began to spread through his body, lifting himself off the ground her got in a position to charge them when hearing the screams of his younger sister. Turning to see her, the once beautiful pelt in which she held was drenched in blood. A large male held her by the maw, while others mounted her by the rear, fallowing up in a raping manner. Letting out a snarl, he bared his fangs attention focused on his sister, no one would ever do that to her no one!

Taking off at a run, he charged the largest male who was holding his sister in place. Maw opened, revealing fangs each seeking the brute's flesh suddenly something collided with his body, sending him off track and onto the ground. Landing with a thud, his body continued to slid back wards in tell finally coming to a halt. Looking up to see another brute, suddenly a pain was directed to his chest. Yellow/Gray orbs quickly dashed over his body, looking for the injury. Finally finding it, the wound was actually serious. Struggling to get up, his blood feel freely to the ground just like the rain did. He hadn't even noticed how hard it was raining, but now the area was covered in mud, along with blood. Letting out a low snarl, he finally found balance. The impact from the other brute had cracked one of his ribs, but what hurt the most was a large slash that spread from one side of his chest to the other.

Apparently when he had been charging in to try and stop the other brute it wasn't just one, but two of the rouges had attacked him, not only sending him off course, but also injuring him. His breath came out in fast pants, vision slowly began to fade he looked to his sister who lay dead on the ground. "Those damn brutes!" Not only had they forced them selves into his sister, but they had also ripped her throat out, just like his mother. Slowly his vision began to fade as the sever blood loss soon began to take it's toll. Staggering around, his body fell to the ground. Lying their lifelessly, he tried to crawl over to his sisters body, but couldn't. The rain beat down on his pelt, washing away some of the blood only to have more replace it. "How could I have let her die? Why am I worthless?" What his dad said continued to run through his mind, before he let one last howl flow from his maw, saying sorry.

As bodies fell all around him, the proud alpha continued fighting. Being covered in wounds, his body was about the collapse, but so was the rouge's leader. Snarls escaped both of their maws, as there fangs met each others flesh. The alpha's once rusty hued pelt was stained a crimson black, both from the rain, mud, and of course blood. Stopping with a paint, his orbs dashed around, seeing the dead bodies of his wife, daughter, and son. Looking around even more, he noticed the dead bodies of his pack. Each had there throat ripped out, something rouges had been known to do for the most effective way to kill. Once more his orbs laid back on the lead rouge. They held pain, fear, and most of all regret. What had happened? One moment they we're celebrating the expected arrival of pups, the next they we're fighting for there lives.

Allowing a howl to escape his maw, he was the only one out of his pack left alive. The howl was mourning for all the lives that had been lost, for all the friends, and family. Charging forward with eyes closed, his fangs bared. This would be his last fight, that was the clearest thing right now. The sound of thunder clashing in the distance made it's way to his auds, as a sharp pain came over his neck. "So thats how it is, I've lost." Falling to the ground, his body soon became cold. The only thing that was warm was the pool of blood that was surrounding his body. The sound of his son's howl echoed through his ears, along with the screams of his daughter, and pleas of his wife. Soon the thought of what he had been living his life by came into his head. "Nothing left, nothing gained, nothing lost." What ever happened to that?