Post by Khalon on Apr 12, 2015 6:25:14 GMT
Chapter One, The Akorishas
"I wasn't the female you've always seen. I entered this pack in welcoming arms, and I've always been grateful. However, I always hear talks among the pack members. 'She's an unusual one, her markings are odd, and her power even more so.' I am not normal, nor have I ever been. I am a wolf like you, just a different breed. From what I know, I am the last wolf of my kind. Some called us Shi no okurinushi (the giver of death) sometimes we were called sharp one, sharp tooth, blade ones, but are true names are Akorisha Wolves. A long ancient race that lived in the heart of Japan. Akorisha Wolves, were only known through books and wise tail. A mother wolf would speak of us to the young pups, saying 'Akorishas' they will forever be with you. They are symbols of peace and love. But will fight for you no matter what. If you have it's loyalty, there's nothing they won't do for you. They are your guardians.' But this information isn't of use to you. Obviously , you only want to hear of my past. Very well, but do not expect this to be a happy and friendly story.
March tenth, two thousand and thirteen. I was born into a pack known as the Sutāookami, the star pack. My father Hakano Marstone, was the Arufaookami, or as you call it the alpha. He was a wise noble wolf, who never cared of his own life. Instead, he only cared for his family and his caring wife Archona. I was the oldest of my litter. My brother Archer was the second youngest, then came Larchonya. The youngest. We all lived in the peaceful lands of Mandera (MAN DEER A) where everything was peaceful. The animals worshiped the skies, and each other, and only followed the rules of the wild. Kill when only needed, not of revenge or anger, but of protection of the family. My father, Hakano knew these laws very well, this is why everyone looked up to him and so did I.
Being the oldest I was in line to be the next alpha. I was taught many things, and being the Akorhsia wolf I am, I possessed an unusual power that was passed down by my father. Are bodies could become sharp medal, sharper then the ends of a blade of a sword. I was toughed to scrape my body against my enemies to pierce through their skin and make them die of blood loss. However, there is one other thing we can do. Well, only my father could do it. A sword could form in his maw, the sword of the Akorish. A powerful weapon, and when active it held the strength of a thousand suns. A marvelous weapon it was, but only appeared in your mouth in the most dired battle. Some day I would learn how to do this. But, one would need to be near death and there inners were raging.
Chapter Two, Chaona
Soon to come!
