Blue
The world hated her.
That, Blue was sure of.
She gulped, and made a face at the bitterness in her mouth. It would not be enough. This disgusting taste would not do. She staggered to the side and spat out any remaining bile.
"Damn! You disgusting rebel, how dare you throw up on my fur?!" The enemy barked as he made a swipe towards Blue.
"Enough of the ruckus! Drag the rebel if you have to, she is going to pay for what she has done, her along with all of her little friends!"
Blue growled in irritation, ears flicking backwards as she turned to look at the idiot Prometheans that had captured her. "Hah, what friends? I don't like assumptions..." She ducked the swipe that had been directed at her.
Her eyes flashed brilliance.
Behind the two fire brutes, a black shadow of a wolf rose.
*****
Blue exhaled, and tried to calm her racing heart as she looked out at what she saw. Fire and heat ran rampant, consuming whatever could burn in this hellhole of war. The Rebels. The Prometheans. Bodies lay strewn across the streets. Death cared not for factions or loyalty. It took everyone. And still, among the debris and wreckage of fighting elemental wolves, there were still those who fought.... aggressively, not valiantly. No longer caring for doing what was right, but saving their own hides and choosing to reap from the downfall of others.
In this tiny heap of the many wars that had raged on in this world, Blue saw what had been preached to her since she was cub. These wolves had no hope left for them. They could not be saved. Only expunged. It was evident to her.