Post by Ϻinέrvă on Aug 4, 2011 20:04:24 GMT -5
Kronos
A dark figure emerged from the forest to stand on the marshy land of Groavche, partially obscured by the fog that rolled up from the damp ground. His coat was the color of the mud that covered most of the land, with dark strikes through it like shadows. He matched the land well, a harsh wolf for a harsh territory. A chorus of ribbits welcomed him, courtesy of the frogs that seemed to live in abundance in the marsh. The wolf eyed them, wondering how they would taste, but made no move toward the amphibians. That wasn't his purpose here.
Kronos sniffed at the invisible border that lay before him. This land was already claimed, by a female no less. He scoffed; as if a female would be any match for him. He could feel this desolate place calling him, a deep need to rule it resounded in him. Scratching out a living in this place would be challenging, supporting a thriving pack even more so. Kronos smiled. He loved a challenge. Already he could imagine the land under his rule, the border marked with his scent. He would raise up a mighty army, the ranks filled with wolves made tough by a hard life. Under his brilliant leadership, Groavche would become the stuff of legends, feared rather than looked down upon by her rich neighbors.
But first the small matter of securing it. The border scent told him his victory would be an easy feat. A female, younger than him by many moons, and smaller than his sizable bulk. But the battle would be fun, a practice round to keep his muscles loose. It had been too long since he had a real fight, Kronos thought with regret. In his most recent pack he had been put in charge of training the son of the aging Alpha. The brat had little interest in battle strategy. He ignored most of Kronos's lessons, then had the nerve to whine and complain when his teacher defeated him easily. A rabbit put up a better fight.
Kronos pulled himself out of his thoughts of the past. It was time to make his first move. He stepped over the border, satisfaction filling him as his paws touched what would soon be his. Stopping just inside, he lifted his great head and howled; a summons to the Alpha who stood in his way. As the howl died away it was replaced by words, intended for the wolf that must be running to defend her land by now.
"I challenge you for this land and your title as Alpha, female!" His voice seemed to cut through the fog. "Come meet me and agree to fight on the bloodstained ground of Dominor Streiten!" A devilish grin pulled up his lips, revealing sharp fangs. "Or keep your pelt intact and forfeit without a struggle. Your choice."
