That Fateful Night [closed]
Aug 18, 2015 22:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Stormy May on Aug 18, 2015 22:24:26 GMT -5
Mest, Don, and Mist were an unbreakable trio since birth. Though they had their quarrels (most often about Mest giving Mist the nickname Missy to distinct their names), they stuck together through every hardship a family of loners could face.
That night had been as normal as any other. The happy trio pranced playfully around their parents as they tried to drift to sleep, and continued to do so until they were told to lay down and rest. The amount of raw energy was normal for any pup, so the parents never thought much of it.
Little did the small family know of the roaming evil wolves.
The whole family was fast asleep until the parents were woken from their slumber by aggravated, bloodthirsty howls. In an attempt to be quiet, each parent grabbed only one of their pups. It broke their hearts to do so, but the pups had almost outgrown being grabbed by the scruffs of their necks.
The parents quickly decided that it would only be logical to take the males, as they are more aggressive, more likely to fight back, and more likely to survive on pure instinct should the need arise. However, this meant Mist was to be left behind, still lost in her joyful dreams.
Mest and Don were fated much worse. In fear of being discovered, their parents had hidden them in the hollow of a particularly large tree, and their parents gaurded the area around it.
Mest looked on into the dimly lit outside world with his brother Don. The loss of their sister hung heavy on their drowsy shoulders. Once in a while, a silver figure would take up their feilds of vision. This was their father, who paced to no end for the sake of preserving his sons. Their mother, they assumed, was pacing on the backside of the tree where the pair of young eyes could not look on. Suddenly, a voice boomed over their little fort. "We are the wolves born of the darkest night. We are those whose souls are too black for the confinement of a pack, for we seek murder. Say your prayers and meet your end." Mest could do nothing but watch, paralyzed in fear. Don,however, grew angrier with each passing second. As the brothers witnessed the brutal deaths of their parents before them. Resent boiled hotter inside of Don until he jumped from the hollow, darting towards the evil wolves with unfathomable bloodlust. Needless to say, wits were not enough to harden the skin on his bones. That night, Mest saw the murder of all his family; everything he'd known. Everything but his dear sister Missy.
Mest and Mist have each lived alone most of their lives, hopping around. Mest was driven by the visions of the night that he never could quite get rid of. He longed to find his sister someday, but he decided he would have to stop being scared.
Mist was quite different. She was driven by the need to find her family. She had stopped believing in the idea that her parents were alive long ago, but the search for her brothers would never end. She struggled to survive most of the time, as she was easily the weakest family member.
One thing was made certain: they vowed to find each other again. Even if it were the last thing they did.
That night had been as normal as any other. The happy trio pranced playfully around their parents as they tried to drift to sleep, and continued to do so until they were told to lay down and rest. The amount of raw energy was normal for any pup, so the parents never thought much of it.
Little did the small family know of the roaming evil wolves.
The whole family was fast asleep until the parents were woken from their slumber by aggravated, bloodthirsty howls. In an attempt to be quiet, each parent grabbed only one of their pups. It broke their hearts to do so, but the pups had almost outgrown being grabbed by the scruffs of their necks.
The parents quickly decided that it would only be logical to take the males, as they are more aggressive, more likely to fight back, and more likely to survive on pure instinct should the need arise. However, this meant Mist was to be left behind, still lost in her joyful dreams.
Mest and Don were fated much worse. In fear of being discovered, their parents had hidden them in the hollow of a particularly large tree, and their parents gaurded the area around it.
Mest looked on into the dimly lit outside world with his brother Don. The loss of their sister hung heavy on their drowsy shoulders. Once in a while, a silver figure would take up their feilds of vision. This was their father, who paced to no end for the sake of preserving his sons. Their mother, they assumed, was pacing on the backside of the tree where the pair of young eyes could not look on. Suddenly, a voice boomed over their little fort. "We are the wolves born of the darkest night. We are those whose souls are too black for the confinement of a pack, for we seek murder. Say your prayers and meet your end." Mest could do nothing but watch, paralyzed in fear. Don,however, grew angrier with each passing second. As the brothers witnessed the brutal deaths of their parents before them. Resent boiled hotter inside of Don until he jumped from the hollow, darting towards the evil wolves with unfathomable bloodlust. Needless to say, wits were not enough to harden the skin on his bones. That night, Mest saw the murder of all his family; everything he'd known. Everything but his dear sister Missy.
Mest and Mist have each lived alone most of their lives, hopping around. Mest was driven by the visions of the night that he never could quite get rid of. He longed to find his sister someday, but he decided he would have to stop being scared.
Mist was quite different. She was driven by the need to find her family. She had stopped believing in the idea that her parents were alive long ago, but the search for her brothers would never end. She struggled to survive most of the time, as she was easily the weakest family member.
One thing was made certain: they vowed to find each other again. Even if it were the last thing they did.
