Biography
I let the dry dirt go between my toes as my paws hit the ground at running speed. My friend, Bullet, and I were going to the river to play. Bullet had to go ask the folks for permission before coming with me. All around me I heard the sounds of the forest. Birds chirping, squirrels and chipmunks running across leafs, and the wind blowing though the trees making a nice little song that never ends.
I was snapped outta my thoughts when I heard the sound of rushing water and fish splashing out of the water. My paws stopped watched the river pass me slowly, like it was begging for me to join it. Taking my front, right paw, I dipped it into the cold water only to see a bunch of fish swim out of their hiding spot. Fish would swim by at a steady pace, like they were all on a timer on when you needed to swim by me. Raising my paw again, I was about to swipe down and try to catch a fish when a loud, painful howl was released into the sky. I knew the howl all to well, all to traceable to its sender, but I didn't want to believe.
I turned myself around and started running back to the pack. My black fur dashing though the trees and leaves. To get back in time I needed to take a short-cut. I leaped over dead logs and sticks on the ground, while ducking under others and trying to stay outta sight from anything in the forest that could hunt me down until I came closer and closer to the camp. Pushing off with my back legs, I busted though the trees and right next to the place of the howl. Bullet was in between my mother's jaws, blood spattered on her fangs from Bullet's neck. My father came over to me and picked me up by the scuff of my neck.
My sire dropped me into our den and left to go help my mother with whatever she was doing. I had little time to think of a plan to help me leave this place and the monsters I once called, family. Out of the corner of my eye, a large stick near the back of the den, night time needed to come fast before I could use it.
After a dinner of rabbits, birds, some mice, and a deer, They went to sleep. Quietly and carefully snuck over to the stick and then over to my father. Raising the stick over his skull before slamming it down onto it. The sound of his skull breaking pierced though the silent night, as my mother jumped onto all four paws. She snapped her head around, before landing on her mate's dead body and me, hold the blood cover stick. A ruff growl bounced off the wall as she lunged at me.
"You monster!" She growled while tearing at my flesh.
I put the stick towards her mouth as she went for another bite, only to get one of her fangs ripped out. She jumped off me and started pawing at her mouth. While she was detracted, I drove the stick into her neck, making her let out a loud yelp. Before pulling the stick out I said what was the truth.
"You have a heart of darkness, a heart that could make you kill and innocent pup and not have guilt. You. Are. The. Monster."
With that, I ripped the stick out and slowly watched her bleed out and her start soaking into the ground. I walked out of the den, ready to start a new life somewhere and away from these monster I thought I once knew.
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Written by Crimson Roses, #212361
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Primary breeding male!
One DH pup, feel free to bred to!
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
