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[The Burning Ruin]

The day was ending. The sun was low and the sky beautiful shades of pink and orange. And though it was cold outside, it was still pretty. What with me being who I was, I was fine with the cold, I prefered it over the heat. I'd found new reason on this island. The Warriors filling my head with what they called the right reasons to go to war and conflict.

For those that can not fight for themselvs.

Words that would stick with me. There was something out here. Something about this choas and these times of war that cause the strangest of all feelings in me. Peace. I think it was the fact that for once I had a reason for being, for existing, unlike before when all I had were stories of war heros and such. I'd never once felt quite this important. With this striking feather tucked behind my ear and this new swag to my step. I wasn't a rouge anymore. I was on the way to becoming something.

The scene around me was one to remeber. This meadow was snow cover, all but a few tails through the snow where animals of many type have traced each others steps to make the going easier, and me, walking ontop of the snow without breaking the surface, something my whole family. Though I was part of a pack now, I still valued some good alone time once in awhile but then again I think so did any other living being.

[The Burning Ruin]

Lupe Fiasco Shining Down Feat. Matthew Santos

I had a song stuck in my head that I was singing to myself though this new commer proably got the jest of it from just the few lines I spoke. It was a song about glory, Runner Sixx Zaraidd the First's battle on the sumit of the great mountain that served as the front gate of our homeland and his quick and sudden flight back to a packland another pack to claim some heart healthy revenge on some names that used to push him around. He'd finally realized he was a Zaraidd, he was strong, and had no need to fear them. He'd feared fighting for ages, then once he was finally forced into one, he realized how wonderful it really was. It was the birth of the title King Of The Mountain. A title that Had at one time been worn by my father, my mother, Natoma Spurr, a wolf named Sound, and someday whenever I finally get me my first fight, REAL fight involving blood and death and glory, MYSELF. The song was slow, the words where long and rolling, and faded into each other.

"You though I was God. Then you though I was gone. The way I fought that day. Then fanished after the fray. Well look me in the eyes. And see the sunlight rise. Just look up in the sky. And see that I'm everywhere!" Then I heard something and a scent finally rolled arcoss my nose after a shift in the wind. The sound was faint, the sound snow makes when it crunchs beneath your feet.

I quickly brought myself around to face this new wolf in a response that was beyond my contral, a reflex. My oversized paws spread in an agressive manor, my shoulders squared off, my hazel eyes met his, my head and tail high. I'd been startled in the middle of unclaimed land, and in a spot like that I was a Zaraidd before I was a Warrior because at the moment that was the part of my brain that fired off first. A soft and solid bassline would have suited the moment quite will because though I was still new to this game and had simply been out minding my own killing a small bit of freetime, this was the meeting of two opposite sides.

He was bigger than me. But he was also much older meaning his was almost sertently done growing, where as I was just a teenager and already the size of a fullgrown wolf, and wasn't done growing, but no matter how I told myself that it didn't change the fact at hand, he was bigger. But that wouldn't be enough to break my courage.

He didn't speak, but his eyes reflected anger, annoyance, and clearly broadcasted that he must have thought down on me. This gave me no reason to speak but I held his gaze, and my eyes reflected my courage, and that I was proud to be standing here like this, I wasn't a Warrior, not to this wolf, no, I was a Zaraidd, because something about his gaze provoked that part in the back of my brain that was from my bloodline. I held that pride in my gaze.