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Stories / ~The Way Of The Blood~ {Journal of Seveta the bloodwolf 7/31/12 DOUBLE UPDATE}
« on: June 21, 2012, 11:49:23 am »~The Way Of The Blood~
Before the pages of his life from here on out become recorded, lets take a moment to familiarize ourselves with this wolf. Seveta is know as a bloodwolf, a species of wolf who has the power to manipulate blood. He stands taller than the average wolf and dawns a pelt of black, blueish underfur, and crimson markings. His eyes are black like death and purple like the void, his mind being just as deadly as the blood he controls. Seveta has stepped through many changes in his life, he didn't always look how he finally looks today. Residing inside him are two demons that have merged into one whole new demon that have allowed this wolf to further his power. These demons weren't bestowed upon him willingly they took him just like they took everything else.
*In The Beginning*
I remember it as if it were yesterday. The clear skies of the lands I called home. It was me, my brother, my mother, and father who was the current leader of this pack at the time. My brother Zanaris was the one everyone wanted to be. That wolf held power like no other, a temperament that got everyone's blood pumped...except mine. Zanaris...my brother you were strong, you were respected highly...but you were stupid and ignorant. I remember those days how out on the fields we would rough house with each other, I do miss those days even if those were violent times. I was never truly giving the credit I deserved...I held more brains then anyone within that pack, but it seemed brawn was all that matter which was what I lacked. The ways we were taught how could those be right!? It makes no sense why we had to mangle or even kill our own kind during training just to become stronger. The system of justice was just as harsh, one wrong against the pack and it was your life that would be given as payment. Though most of all...why, just what was the reason why we had to go every two moons to the platform to "bleed ourselves" into the land? Was this some form of religion or possibly this was how we made sure everyone knew this was out land?
But those were the old days back before what had happened. A plague of darkness swept over the land like a violent storm...I don't know if anyone was spared its wrath for I wasn't nor was my brother. These lands were forever changed, the sky turned to red and all those that resided within it all vanished. It was only me for the longest time going from corrupted soul to another corrupted soul, it felt like my hell was never ending. But those times are behind me now my brother has long since been dead and this power grows ever more within me. Just how long can I contain myself before I start giving into their vile ways?
But those were the old days back before what had happened. A plague of darkness swept over the land like a violent storm...I don't know if anyone was spared its wrath for I wasn't nor was my brother. These lands were forever changed, the sky turned to red and all those that resided within it all vanished. It was only me for the longest time going from corrupted soul to another corrupted soul, it felt like my hell was never ending. But those times are behind me now my brother has long since been dead and this power grows ever more within me. Just how long can I contain myself before I start giving into their vile ways?