Snippet #1644360

Myrrin sat on his new throne. Even thought it was covored in blood from everyone of the five main council members he still sat there. He was glad they were dead and were killed by his hands and his gaurdian. His dark empty blue eyes stared down at his gaurdian, Rage.
"Are you sure?" He asked in a deep but harsh tone.
The grey Brute growled and nodded his blood stained muzzle. He had just came from one of the small villages close to the forebidden forest one that no loner exists..
"So there are five of them left? intresting... Well find them and bring them to me, Alive." Myrrin said as he suddenly looked up at the wall behind him. It was covored in gaurdian pelts, from the humans he had killed.
Rage made a gesture that if he were human would be a smile.
"What about the girl? Your.... Sister?" He asked while watching his human sit and stare at the wall of trophies he had also hunted down.
Myrrin snapped his head toward Rage and jumped up.
"Bring me the girl, but not her gaurdian. It will be a pleasure to meet my little sister again. See how big she's gotten." Myrrin spoke with a almost soft and gentle tone but he looked at Rage. "Go. Now!"
Rage turned quickly and started running down the palace halls. He lifted his head while running and let out a demonic howl. Suddenly the gates flew open and you could see a small army, compared to Myrrin's original army. The grey brute kept running as the army started running as one after the wolf, toward the village of Fey.


Wind looked at Kila's face and almost felt guilty about what Thorn said.
"Sorry... We didn't mean to..." She tried to figure out what to say but just settled for looking at Slate. Thorn looked almost as tall as him sitting next to him.
The silver she-wolf growled when she heard what Wind was thinking. "Im just as tall as him, so quiet, sikla." Thorn's fur bristled as she started feeling jelous of Slate being so close to her Human.
"Anyway lets go Wind." Thorn stood up and glared at Slate then stalked back out of the hut.
Wind watched her gaurdian walk. She was now angry that Thorn had called her a Sikla meaning Omega or weakest. The brown haired gilr straightened her back and with a blank expression followed her companion outside.