History
The Begining

"Oh Shire, he's lovely; look at his flawless ebony pelt." The soft voice of his mother echoed within the hollowed walls of their den quietly. A low masculine voice boomed with a reply, tenderness hidden within his normally emotionless tones, He is rather handsome, isn't he? Perhaps he gets his looks from his mother. A grin formed over the brute’s maw as the fatale at his side shook her lithe dial slightly; He may have some looks from me, but most are from you. He has your eyes. This whelp before their eyes was the eldest of the other three in the litter. And by law, this whelp would be the ruler of their land when they were gone. Hopefully, that day wouldn't come too soon. This was the pride of the litter, the eldest male; the eldest male always gets the pack. "We'll name him Troyer...”

Fate is never kind

Years flew by, and the whelp grew and grew, becoming nearly as strong as his father as the days passed by. The circle of life was and is, always changing, and if you can’t keep up you’re simply left behind. The whelp, Troyer, was changing along with his siblings. Soon he was a semi-older whelping, yet still a pup. Soon, his father would be taking on the task of teaching his son the responsibility's of life. Though he was still a whelp, he knew his place very well. He would be Alphen of his mother and father's lands, Impaired Rapture, his lands. The lands he knew like the back of his paw, of course, his mother and father hadn't learned of his adventures that he took on late at night whilst the others were sleeping. Curiosity killed the wolf. Silence echoed across the Rapture lands, this silence was like a thick layer of glass which with the faintest sound would be shattered into a million pieces. Upon this lovely night, Troyer made his way away from the litter, and his parents; Wandering off into the shadows on his own. For a whelp, he was quite brave, and unafraid to leave his mother's side like the others. Except for Daisy, the runt of the litter and only girl to top it off, was just like him. And she did the same as Troyer did, every night, only venturing off in the opposite direction after he'd left such sneaky whelps. This night was different than any other night, odd scents flooded the eastern area of the forest, and here was where the animals fled from. Hazy graying fog covered over the lands, an abnormal fog, and the kind that chocked the organism which tried to breathe with its deadly aurora floating 'round. This, fog swept over the lands, and an immense heat followed soon after. Of course, the unknowing Troyer lay within his own cave which he'd found on his own one night, huddled within its shadows sleeping. Unaware and oblivious to all that was going on. Awakening early the next morning, the whelp ventured out from within the safety of his cave, barren-charred trees standing scattered 'round the area where the forest once stood. Bodies of animals lay battered upon the blackened floor. Radiant azure hues widened as the whelp quickened his pace back to where the pack once resided. Ashes covered the ground, his paws left imprints in the heavy blanket as he stepped with a hurried gait. Flames rose high above the ground, not far from his pack grounds. He recognized the location as, Paradayla. A village, secret and untouched by outsiders for thousands of years, inhabited by children. They should have been older, but these dwellers never grew old due to the pond from which they got their water. The cool water allowed them to stay young, but would still die when their time came. The wolves and the children had an everlasting bond, the wolves helped them and in return the children blessed the wolves and kept them safe. As Troyer took a step forward towards the village, a loud explosion thundered loudly and the flames grew higher. Bricks and shards of wood flew through the sky as the flames went on, fed by rage. Knowing there was nothing to be done to save them, Troyer turned. Beginning to head back for his cadre’s lands he was stopped, by a cry. Without thinking, without even wondering he turned so swiftly at a full out run for the village of youth. Thundering through the smoke and flames and bounding across hot brick he endured horrible pain in order to save the young girl. He heard her screams; they were growing louder, and louder until he found her, curled into a corner desperately trying to fight away the flames with a cloth that only set aflame. Her cries ceased as he approached, she flung herself against him. He was small but so was she, no bigger then a small five year old. Her blonde tresses shone brightly against his somber, ash colored pelt. Her green eyes, shining brightly with tears held deep gratitude as Troyer pulled the young maiden, Daylena from the village now fully engulfed in flame.

The early morning turned to afternoon, most fires had gone down, and there was nothing but desolation, and death. Everything gone…wiped away by nature’s fury. After pulling the maiden from the flames they both fell unconscious beneath a low hanging cliff side that offered some shade, and cool air. Time passed and the sun rose high in the sky as late afternoon announced it’s self with searing hot rays from the sun. Both awoke almost immediately, crawling from their hiding. Both were staring with wide eyes at the mass devastation. They both knew that none of their family was still alive. Troyer almost in tears was suddenly gripped with a new sense of worry. He turned to watch the girl; she had her knees to her chest as she coughed deep, harsh coughs. Troyer crawled into her lap, allowing her to stroke him softly with tiny, dirty hands. Daylena held him close to her heart, cuddling him like a toddler would a favorite stuffed animal. She coughed, and as time passed every breathe was harder to take for her. In this short time they formed a bond, a bond so strong that would never be broken. This bond would lead to a bond between the children’s souls and the Impaired.
As Troyer lay in her lap make every attempt to comfort her, he listened to her last shallow breathes with a deep sadness. Holding to her till she closed her eyes, and he heard her heart stop, as she died from smoke inhalation. Weeping over her body for several long moments, he suddenly felt calm, as if she were with him. The wind blew and he suddenly knew, knew where to go and what to do. Troyer stood, left her body and padded away. Away from his old home lands, but as he fled the lands he vowed to one day return and rebuild his pack. Make it better, make a better life for himself.

A new start

Troyer later found his way to the Moonlight Shadows pack. Adopted by Ambar and silky he made a new life for himself, treated better and actually loved. He had a great elder sister, and two loving parents. Later becoming a Sub Alphen as his new found parents stepped down, and the eldest heir took his rightful place. Troyer helped watch over the pack, his sister still watching out for him. Kiona, she was always a wonderful sister and he loved her and his family so. Though he knew it was his time to leave. Time to wander off and find his three best friends, Chenoa, Enya, and Tasheigo. Leaving with a heavy heart and teary eyes the gladiator dashed away, heading for his old home.

A lot of work to do for four wolves

Troyer’s long journey came to an end as he approached the once charred woods. Some of the land had become lush and oh so beautiful again, other parts were havoc and chaos. He sighed, stepping through his old home with a deep pain in his heart. Troyer stopped, hearing the sounds of another wolf. His nostrils flared, the scent was that of a females. He chuffed, beckoning her forward. Instantly he remembered her as none other but Enya, soon followed by Chenoa. He made a running leap, the three said hellos and talked till the moon met the sky and the sun touched the ground. They spoke of rebuilding the pack, and were later intruded upon by another gladiator. Soon recognized as his loyal cousin Tasheigo, he was warmly welcomed and became apart of the planning.
They slept quietly that night, and Troyer was visited in his dreams by his bonded spirit. She told him how she could help, how each member he obtained could have a bonded child spirit. She told him he would succeed, and he believed her and he would. Awaking they all went out in search of brethren, and began marking territory as their own. Still they are in search of others to join their pack, accepting only the worthiest of wolves. Are you worthy? Can you belong to a pack such as this? Do you have a soul pure enough for a spirit guide from the village of Paradayla? Prove yourself and be the best that you can be.
[Forever to be continued]



A Lone wolf
steps through the woodland snow
Behind his trail
The last lingering threads of twilight fade.
Across the frozen lake
The rising moon is a majestic mandarin dome.
In thine eyes
The silver velvet of the river
Thine every footfall taking thee to the four gates of chance.
Will you start anew, or open the gate to the finish.
Will you leave and try again, or wait for another gate to open.
Chose your destiny, or let fate decide,but fate is no ones best friend.
Everystep taken with carefull consideration.
Each breath taken with desire.
Every footfall taken with pride.
He steps before you, and stares you in the eyes.
He dips his dial in greeting, and brings it above yours.
It is he the leader of the lands before thee, owner of the gates.
His dominance shining in his eyes he steps aside to reveal your options.
Follow him to a new beggining or turn away and finish.
I Step through the woodland snow.
Behind my trail
the last lingering threads of twilight fade.
Thine decision is made.
The rising moon is my majestic mandarin dome.
I am so much alive
and in my eyes is hope
For a new beggining
In the land of Impaired Rapture,
The cradle of life.

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