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Summanus

"If I die, at least there'll be one less killer in the World."

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a character in “Elemental Battles: Rage Ch. III: Rebirth”, as played by Seveneleven

Description

Name: Summanus

Pack: Borak

Gender: Male

Description: Summanus has been described by many to possess a freakish form. Uncharacteristic of his Pack, he is a black-fur wolf with a bluish-grey underbelly. Yet, his most distinguishing characteristic would have to be his two tails. Summanus is a sizable wolf, one that is especially large by Borak standards. With big paws and big haunches, it is often surprising to many of his foes how swiftly he can move during battle. His fur is often spiky in appearance due to his body holding an excessive amount of static electricity. The ends of his fur behave like conductors that visibly emit electricity whenever he uses his Element.


Personality: A quiet and pensive Wolf. Summanus is an introvert whose slow to join in conversation or activity. The Wolf is often lost in rumination and prone to bouts of wandering. Summanus is the very definition of a Lone Wolf. Many who've met him describe him as being aloof and standoffish. Yet, upon closer examination, one can discover that Summanus feels quite often and quite deeply. A guilty conscience weighs heavily on this Wolf's soul antagonizing him into action. He easily burdens himself with the problems of others in an attempt to atone for his perceived wrongdoings. He is honorable, loyal, and resolute to a fault. While he tries his best to hide it, he cares deeply for his friends, and will raise his blade against any threat to their wellbeing.

This protective behavior leads him to be naturally suspicious of strangers. He analyzes each wolf, looking for any signs of malevolence or duplicity. He is slow to trust and will pry in order to test their character. If he is satisfied they are genuine he then becomes more relaxed around them. If not, then he's constantly vigilant awaiting for them to make a wrong move. When facing enemies he is judicious, effective, and cold. He is not one to respond to taunts or threats. His enemies often cite how difficult it is to get under his skin. Because of his brutal efficiency he is a dangerous opponent who is not easily shaken or dissuaded. Which is why the best way to undermine his stonewall presence is to threaten those he cares about.


Abilities: Summanus is talented with his Element as it courses through his body like blood in the veins. Lightning is a natural extension of himself, as Summanus can channel high amounts of voltage. Yet, this power can easily become unruly if Summanus does not maintain concentration. If he is rattled or becomes emotional, then his Element responds to this distress and often releases itself against his will. Summanus prefers close-quarter fights making use of both his sword and his Element. His Individual Signature allows him to absorb and hold a charge for extended periods of time. Think of him as a living battery. His signature move uses this excess charge to release a field of electricity that can shock many opponents at once. Another strategy he's fond of his conducting electricity through his sword to cause greater damage.


Equipment: Summanus carries on him a serrated-edged sword. The blade is usually found sheathed and strapped to his side. Summanus had once owned a birth pendant, but lost it during the escape from Rashid's Prison.

History: Summanus had, what you would call, a difficult childhood. He grew up in an orphanage never knowing who his real parents were. The only thing that he ever had of theirs was his birth pendant. In war you would hear all about the epic battles, and those who had fought and died. What hardly gets attention is the extent of the devastation war brings. Growing up in the orphanage was hard as the number of orphans seemed to increase daily. Young pups barely old enough to stop weening are left without a family. The unsung casualties of the Great War. The Orphanage was looking after so many Pups, it was beyond the capacity of the current staff. Food and comforts were difficult to come by. Summanus would have to fight and claw his way for any food or attention. The only attention he would receive was abuse. Constantly harassed by the other Pups for his uncommon appearance. He was labeled a freak and a monster for having two tails. Sometimes they would attack him and the staff would have to separate him in a room by himself. He hated being alone at first, but he came to realize that he was safest when he was alone.

His appearance greatly affected his chances of ever being adopted. Most Boraks that came by wanted Pups that looked similar to themselves. A black coat, two-tailed wolf did not fit the image they had in mind. Some ignored him, while others, cruelly called him deformed. As the other orphans were chosen over him, Summanus felt he was nothing more than a mistake. Some thing that was never meant to be. When Summanus was old enough he ran away from the Orphanage, leaving the Arjunas never to look back. Summanus looked for jobs where he could. Most of his employers could only pay very little as Summanus scraped and scrounged whenever he could. He felt barely above a street urchin. Living life without any direction, any prospects, any future. He did not have any ideals or values instilled in him from a mother or a father. He was hardly even asked what his dreams, and desires were. All that he knew was instinctual. He needed to eat in order to live, and he needed to kill in order to eat.

Killing, it would turn out, would be Summanus's greatest gift and his greatest curse. Summanus became a Wolf for Hire, a mercenary who performed various odd jobs for anyone who could pay his price. His track record became impeccable as Summanus earned a name for himself, the Two-Tailed Borak Stray, it was quite the tag line for any sale. Due to his notoriety he would later be approached by a Dimitrios named Ramzey. Who came on behalf of the Mercenary Trade to recruit him. Seeing an opportunity for better pay and protection, Summanus quickly agreed. With Summanus the Stray added to their ranks, he would make fast allies in Ramzey, Chappell, Hilda, and begrudgingly, Atalanta. The Group would soon form the Yellow Demon Company named after their two, star Borak members. The Yellow Demon Company became one of the highest paid groups in the Trade, with only the Sons of Sum staying above them in price.

The Company's renown earned them an unique contract when they were recruited into General Shimmer Doom's ranks. She hired the Yellow Demons to help her overtake the Kita and add their territory underneath the Borak Flag. Shimmer Doom was wealthy, paying the mercenary band well for what was otherwise an easy job. Summanus was then released from his service to Shimmer after he turned down her offer of being hired on as a permanent soldier. While he didn't care at the time, he did find conquering the Kitas to be in very poor taste. The other members refused her offer except for Atalanta, who was rather taken with Shimmer Doom's ideals and influence. The Yellow Demon Company disbanded after that contract as Summanus would elect to return to his wandering ways. He finally had his fill of the mercenary life. It was then he would encounter Cerise and her friends being ambushed by Rashid's legions of brainwashed wolves. He too found their assault to be in poor taste. It was a senseless display as the hunting pack clearly outnumbered their prey. Being unable to turn away, Summanus came to their defense and helped to turn the tides. Unbeknownst to him trouble hanged over these strangers like flies on dung.

He would be captured by Kaveh and sent to Rashid's prison to partake in his Elemental Battles. Fending for himself he critically injured BattleDemon, but this left him with a tremendous amount of guilt. In order to repent for his actions he was instrumental in their escape helping to blow a hole right to the outside for them to escape through. Despite their victory, Rashid would slip through everyone's grasp as the mad Zalika lurked somewhere out there in the wilderness. It was during this time that Summanus met a Kita named Alina. She was brave Kita wolf who seemed to have a personal vendetta against Rashid, but when Summanus revealed the fate of her Pack, she was devastated. Dejected, Summanus wandered Nigerius trying to come to terms with his hand in the conquest of the Kita Pack. It was then he decided he must right his most terrible wrong and went to work trying to recover the Kita's rightful territory. He would work with the Vigil, coordinating with Alina to help sabotage the Borak war effort. Before long, Summanus would be reunited with the very Wolves he helped escaped from that hellish prison many seasons ago. The Vigil had a new interest in Prometheus since the Tenneth was making big moves even teaming up with the Borak Pack. Summanus's path would once again intertwine with these danger prone Wolves.

Summanus would be a key ally in infiltrating the Tenneth lands where they met up with the Insurgency. Having some Vigil connects in the Insurgency, it was only natural to aid them in their rebellion against Prometheus. Summanus was a massive help to the Factory raid whose actions helped to ensure the Insurgents an opportunity to enter the building, and plant their explosives. During this skirmish, however, Summanus would be captured by Shimmer Doom and his old comrade, Atalanta. Now Summanus is being held prisoner by Prometheus as the tyrant plans to use him as live bait to lure out the Insurgency. Summanus can only hope his friends and allies would not do something so rash as invade the Palace. Yet, he knows this most likely won't be the case.

So begins...

Summanus's Story

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Prometheus's Palace


It was a cold dawn. It was peculiar for the Vulcans most of all. A land of smoke and fire, and yet, a chill came off the wind. A Wolf could mistake it as natural, but the wind felt abnormal. It was the kind of wind that bears an omen, an omen of the unknown, an omen of upheaval. What does the World owe to this invisible prognostication? Are the Gods about to break their millennia of silence to the World? Or does this mean that Elements shall soon perish, dooming all to the coldness of nothingness? However one may interpret this phenomenon it did not deter crowds from forming. Many a Tenneth and Canicus gathered into the Palace Square looking on high to a remote balcony overlooking the plaza. All looked with anticipation as all awaited to receive their glorious Alpha.

Within the decadent but brutal architecture of those gilded halls. Chanting rumbled low and rose in cadence and volume as it echoed throughout those halls. Moving forward in that infamous lumbering gait was the ash white Tenneth Alpha. Adorned in his golden and protruding crown he revealed himself, scars and all to his roaring public. Behind him were his loyal followers, Bero the Red and Borvo the Blue. Following were the Alpha's esteemed guests; The Governor-General Shimmer Doom and her loyal Thunder Guard. The crowd grew to be insatiable. Their fervor welled a sense of great pride within Prometheus as he eyed all with majesty. He rose his great, big paw as silenced hushed over the crowds.

"Good morning my subjects!" He bellowed out into the plaza. "I have gathered all of you here today to commemorate a moment that will surely go down in history!" Huge fanfare followed this quote as the crowds grew even more feverish. "Today my subjects our brave wolves begin the greatest offensive ever witnessed! Our enemies will soon know the meaning of superiority!" In midst of the crowd and beneath the notice of the Promethean guard, observed scouts from the Insurgency. The Loyalists found today's proceedings to be of particular interest. Just what was Prometheus up to? Whatever the answer may be, the Insurgents were indeed tense. "Even as I speak our allied forces stand poised at the gates of our greatest foes!"




Near the Floating Mountains of Era


Located in a nondescript formation near the foot of the Floating Mountains, stood Rowan Bane. Rowan pointed up with his snout and breathed in the morning air. It was misty at the Floating Mountains, the perfect condition to conceal their approach. The Avira will never suspect an assault by both the Tenneth and the Borak. Especially during the festivities of their cherished holiday. After his deep inhale Rowan Bane exhaled, "What a fine day for a conquest." He then grinned to his delight. Coming up his flank was another commander of this offensive, the Tenneth General Kay. Kay was gruff and obstinate and intensely disliked backtalk.

"I trust this plan of yours will see my wolves safely reach their objective?" He curtly asked. Rowan looked towards Kay with a tinge of annoyance. "Yes, General. Your Tenneth soldiers will survive the trip up the mountains. Whether they come back down is entirely up to their strength." He responded. "Have no doubt, Borak. My wolves are the finest pack of bloodthirsty warriors one could ever hope for!" Kay proclaimed quite proudly. Rowan scoffed, "I most certainly hope so. You aren't up against a pack of gardeners this time. This time you face the Avira Pack! One of the most contemptible but resilient Packs in all of Nigerius!" Kay took note of the subtle jab at his past failure. This caused him to growl.

"Gardeners!? You underestimate the Aven! I doubt you would've done any better since you can't handle getting a little wet." Kay retorted. Rowan's ears twitched at that remark. He turned menacingly towards Kay and with a low growl, "What was that?" "I know you heard me." Kay scoffed. Anger boiled up within Rowan as he stared down Kay. The proud Tenneth general did not advert his gaze. "How about it Borak? How about we see who in this command is the better?" He prompted. While the invitation to beat respect in this foul-tempered wolf was inviting. Rowan knew better and reminded himself of his agenda. He sighed. "No. As much as it would be a supreme joy to stamp you into the dirt, we have a job to do. Besides I wouldn't want to get on the wrong end of either of our Alphas." Rowan confessed. While feeling cocksure at Rowan's reluctance, Kay did have to agree with him on that last point. There was no other wolf Kay feared more than Prometheus.

Of course, Rowan had a greater prize in mind. If he could do the unthinkable, conquer the Avira, their longstanding rival. It would be the one thing that would finally have Rowan surpass Shimmer Doom. To be proclaimed the Governor-General of the Aviran territory. It was too good a title, the Alpha just might even name him his Beta. He just could not wait to see the, oh so elegant Alpha, grovel at his paws! "These pretentious know-it-alls are about to get their comeuppance," he thought. It was then a field officer came to report to the two generals. "Generals!" He addressed. "Our forces are in position and are awaiting the signal to commence the operation!" He finished. "Very well, go and tell them to stand at the ready. We shall begin shortly!" Kay barked. The Field Officer saluted and ran off to deliver the instructions. Rowan then looked back at the Eras and grinned. "Finally it begins."





Somewhere in the Onatah Cliffs


General Titus raised his head from the map of the cliffs. If the operation is to be completed successfully the main force will need to divert the attention of Stonehold's defenses. Titus was uneasy about the Alpha's strategy. It required them to trust in the Boraks and trust this device of his will even work. Nothing and he meant nothing has ever breached the sanctity of Stonehold's walls. Stonehold as a defensible structure is unmatched by any within Nigerius. The Dimitrios carved it from the hardest granite and shaped it into perfect dimensions to make it impervious to the local earthquakes. What force could there be to penetrate such fastidious defenses?

This has not been the first time in Tenneth history that attempted a full-frontal assault like this. One thought numbers equated to victory and marched a thousand wolves upon this fortress. Such numbers have never been seen again in the duration of this war. They might end up dwindling each other into nothingness before anything can be done to heal the Elements! General Titus was indeed old and wanted to finally retire from his role. He longed to return to the home he once knew. Vesuvius. He thought often about how he would invite his daughter's family to his home. He would speak of the glory days of youth where the World was bright and full of promise. Where emotion dominated the formation of thought, and not cold, rudimentary logic. Perhaps he would recapture some of that youth he has nearly forgotten. The bigger question is will that make him happy?

The General could no longer think about it as Captain Elkind walked into his tent. "Sir, the wolves would like to know what it is we are exactly doing?" General Titus looks to the Captain and squints. "We are here to lay siege to Stonehold to conquer it for the Alpha," Titus responds. "Yes, I believe the wolves understand that, but what tactics are we employing? What formations? From the way it looks, it's as if we are doing a blind charge? Do we really intend to blitz the enemy?" Elkind questioned. Titus felt compelled to tell Elkind how he feels, but some strange feeling comes over him. It felt so much like he was being watched but from where? There was never anything out of the ordinary around here. Besides the initial outposts, they've gotten pretty far in without much resistance. Things seemed off and he's never gotten so close to Stonehold since the Thousand Wolf Siege. Titus wondered if it was his old age showing or if this was intentional?


"We are to assault the frontal defenses as we will overrun the ramparts," Titus spoke. Elkind gave an incredulous look. "But sir, didn't they believe that at the Thousand Wolf Siege?" Before Elkind could continue to challenge him further, Titus stepped forward to whisper in his ear. "Something feels off, don't feel safe speaking. Keep the wolves under control and keep an eye out. We'll talk soon." Elkind just simply nodded. "If that's all Captain then move into position. We need to commence with the operation, Alpha's orders." He dismissed. Elkind then returns to his station leaving Titus with his thoughts once more. "What are you up to Prometheus?" Titus thought as the shadows wavered in the corner of his tent.



Prometheus's Palace



The Crowd grew larger as stragglers came into the plaza. The energy was indeed palpable as the citizens formed some parade of a choir. A choir of cheers, shouts, howls, and barks. Prometheus raised his great white paw. A hush blew over the crowd. The choir was now in complete silence as they gave their attention to their Alpha. Prometheus speaks, “Today, I have two very important announcements to make. The first will be about the strength of our military and how our brave wolves must be honored during this time of war.” Before he could continue a new round of howls and barks roared from the crowds. Prometheus lifted his paw up once more and with a sure smile, “Yes, I'm quite excited too. Today will go down as one of, if not the most important day in all of history. Today we will finally secure our victory in this war. The end is in sight and soon all the bloodshed will stop. By our victory, we will have begun to create a better world. A world free from all the territorial wars that have plagued our society since the beginning. It will bring an end to the devastation to our lands, and it will bring an end to all the pain, suffering, and strife.”

The Crowd cheered even harder deafening the plaza. “Proud Tenneth, allow me to introduce to you that very assurance. Our new ally, the Kamaria Pack!” As Prometheus declared the entire crowd was shocked into a dead silence. Even the scouts were astounded by what they had heard. From down the Great Hall, the sound of clacking claws on the opaque, obsidian floor echoed towards the balcony. Slowly stepping outside of the shadows was the visage of a horrendously burned Kamarian as he stood by Prometheus's side. His name is Erebus and with his “good” eye, looked down at the crowd. Many shuddered and turned their heads to avoid meeting the gaze of the disfigured Wolf. Prometheus then barked, “Don't you dare turn your heads!” His voice was noticeably irate.

“Is it because of his face?! Is that why you turn your heads so shamefully!? Is my face not also been the subject of trauma? Does my face appear disgusting to you? Shall I remind you all who exactly you are disrespecting!!!” The crowd reverted their gazes back at the balcony despite Erebus's scars. “This is Erebus, and he is the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Erebus has long been a friend to the Tenneth. He meet with me a long time ago. He and I spoke and he believed in our mission. His Kamarian spies have been watching over our warriors like guardian spirits from Isra. Their intel has saved many of our brave Tenneth brothers' and sisters' lives.” The Tenneth, slow at first, was being reenergized. “That is why I am pleased to announce that we are making our alliance official! Tenneth, Borak, and Kamaria, fire, lightning, and shadow. We are the Alliance that will end the war and usher in a new age of peace. We are the Great Trium and today our enemies will feel our presence and weep!!!” Prometheus roared. The Crowd responded with roars of their own. Yet for the Insurgency, it felt as though overthrowing Prometheus would be like trying to jump across a gorge.




Stonehold



Along the impressive fortifications of the impenetrable Dimitrios city, Stonehold, stood three brave commanders of the Dimitrios army. They looked past the ramparts to see before them a charge of Tenneth warriors. One of the commanders smirked. “This looks just like the Siege. Shall we wager on how many we kill?” He turned to his fellow commanders. An older commander spoke.“Let's not be so sure. The Tenneth may be stubborn. Even to the point of ignorance but they aren't fools. There is no way they would commit to another blunder like this.” The third commander spoke up. “Even if this is a diversionary tactic we must commit to repelling these invaders. Wolves launch the boulders!” He ordered.

The Dimitrios defenders went to work using their element to load boulders onto catapults. Looking out to the rocky field before their walls came the stampeding charge of Tenneth warriors. They raised a battle cry as they advanced upon the stalwart walls. Spotters identified the best areas of impact as the catapult teams launched their ordinance at the charge. Boulders flew across the sky as they landed upon the wave of Fire Wolves. “SCATTER!!” A Tenneth yelled as the Wolves tried to bob and weave out of the path of the boulders. Despite some of their efforts, many Wolves found themselves quickly underneath the boulders' bone-crushing weight. With a thundering thud there followed the sickening sounds of flesh and bone being smashed and crushed. The bloodcurdling yelps from those who were not lucky to be killed wallowed in agony. Despite the demoralizing sight the Tenneth charged on unfaltering in their frontal assault.

“Load the next volley!” The third commander ordered. The Defenders went about loading another round of heavy boulders upon their catapults. The elder commander's countenance turned grim as he mulled over the off-hand comment of the commander beside him. “Could this be a diversion?” He thought to himself. “If it is then what are we not seeing?” The youngest commander walked up to his elder taking note of his perturbed glance. “You seem rather pensive considering we have the upper paw?” The elder commander turned to his young peer. “It may seem like we do, but I feel they are intentionally trying to lull us into a false sense of security.” The young commander raised his ear as his head drifted to one side. “What? That can't be, right? Look out onto the field of battle. Our defenses are rock solid at this rate they'll all die before reaching the wall.” He said rather smugly.

While the elder knew that his lack of experience is the reason behind his hubris he couldn't help but find it aggravating. Such is the folly of youth. A Scout ran up to their command and presented himself as he sat straight up and placed a paw on his muzzle in salute. “Sirs!” He barked. “Yes, what is your report?” The third commander asked. “Sirs, we have troubling news. There have been reports of quakes near the city. The Alpha calls for disaster protocols.” The Scout spoke. “What? We're in the middle of a siege!” The young commander protested. “Don't tell me you're going to disobey the Alpha's orders?” The third commander responded. “Civilian lives come before all else. Tell the garrisons to round up the civilians and take them to the quake shelters!” The third commander ordered. “Yes sir!” The Scout saluted one more time before making his exit.

“Of all the times for an earthquake to happen.” The young commander grumbled. The elder commander however felt an acute sense of dread. Something's off about the entire situation. First this senseless frontal assault followed by reports of quakes? It could be a coincidence but the timing seemed all too convenient. Just what was going on?




The Floating Mountains of Era


It was misty in the early morning of the invasion. The Avira was slowly waking to begin their day of work and play. While the war raged beyond their borders, the Pack of Wind largely enjoyed immunity to the atrocities and death that plagued the lands below. While some assaults have been made, none could reach the top of the floating peaks where the Aviras live in towns and cities. The natural defenses of their supernatural home afforded the Pack peace for the majority of the Great War. However, that peace was about to be shattered.

Flying her usual patrol, Desa flew past the city of Eurus where the Aviran Defense Force began their morning drills. The Drill Sergeant barked orders as the Cadets did their best to replicate the various defense formations taught at the Academy. “NOW COMPANY, MARCH!” The Sergeant yelled as the Cadets in their single line formation began to march around the Academy grounds. “Wow, Sergeant Gale has quite the lungs!” She thought to herself as she flew past the Academy. She continued eastward where she encountered her fellow patroller, Pinon. “Hey there Pin how are you-?” Before she could continue Pinon emerged from the mist badly injured. It was amazing he could still fly as blood dripped down his face and over his paws. Several of his feathers are missing while the others look frayed, almost like they were burned.

“Desa.” He wheezed as he fell into her wings. “Pinon! What happened to you!?” He looked up at her and managing with all his strength gasped, “They're coming!” “Who's coming?” She asked scared and confused. “The Borak...and the Tenneth,” he coughed up blood as it stained Desa's fur. “Please Pin! Don't speak anymore!” Desa cried. “You don't understand...they're coming by-,” before Pinon could finish the dead silence of the sky was broken by the sounds of war howls. “DESA GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Pinon shouted. Then came the sound of crackling lightning streaking across the sky. Desa could only look on in shock as Pinon bravely pushed her away from him. “Go warn them.” He said as lightning struck the wounded Avira. “PINON!!!” Desa shouted as his body dropped to the world below. The next sound to come from the mist would be the greatest surprise.

The sounds of beating wings could be heard echoing from that gray void. As if it was a flock of a million geese soon figures were starting to form in her vision. She squinted her eyes to gain a better look at what exactly is flying towards her. What she saw defied all expectations. Coming out of the mist was the Kita Pack! Yet they weren't alone. Tied to their bodies were a series of straps connecting them all, like reins on a horse. With their combined strength they were carrying what looked like large rowboats and inside those boats were Tenneth and Boraks! Before she could process anything else the Tenneth opened fire.

Moving out of instinct she flew away as fast as her wings could carry her. She had to reach Eurus and sound the alarms! The Borak and the Tenneth are coming and they're using the Kita to do it! Then came that horrific crackle of lightning as it surged right past her, narrowly missing her wings. She felt a sharp jolt but it was not enough to break her stride. She flew as tears ran down her cheek. She had to reach the Academy, she needed to reach the Thunderheads. Time seemed to slow down to Desa and what would normally be a few minutes to reach Eurus felt more like an eternity. Her heart raced as she began to pant profusely. Then she broke through the clouds to see the City of Eurus right before her. “I'm going to make it! I'm going to make it!” She repeated to herself like a mantra. That was when she was struck by a bolt of lightning. The surge of energy coursed throughout her body. The pain was excruciating as she felt like the blood in her body suddenly rose to a boil. Her eyelids grew heavy as her sight became blurred. She wasn't going to make it.

Desa, perhaps on pure will, shakily flew towards the nearest defense tower as one of the Lookouts spotted her approach. Seeing the injured Avira fly slowly at him sent a sudden shiver down his spine. “Go alert the Commander! There's trouble!” He barked at nearby guards. It was then Desa plummeted and fell on top of the tower by the Lookout. “By the Gods! Desa!? Desa! What happened to you!? What-!?” She was dead on arrival. It was then the Lookout heard the same mass wing beat. He looked to see what was approaching and when he caught a glimpse of the approaching invasion force he ran to the opposite end of the tower and shouted down to the grounds below. “RING THE ALARM!!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!! WE-!!!” Snap! Crackle! Pop! Another bolt rang throughout the sky and struck the Lookout as his body careened over the wall. The Cadets who saw their dead comrade fall caused sudden panic among their ranks. What followed was absolute bedlam. From the skies came the Kitas carrying with them the Tenneth and Borak soldiers. Sergeant Gale quickly rallied the Cadets. “WOLVES OF THE WIND!!! DEFENSIVE POSITIONS NOW!!!” He shouted. Raining down upon them was a torrential storm of fire and lightning. The Tenneth and Borak fired on anything and everything within sight. Fires raged throughout the Academy as the alarm bells tolled.

The Avira Cadets mounted a defense against the invaders but they were quickly dispatched from the hail fire of lighting and flames. Soon the seasoned warriors exited the barracks as they flew in to intercept the attackers. “AVIRA AT TEN O'CLOCK!” Shouted one of the Tenneth in the boat. The Boraks and Tenneths opened fire at the approaching Avira causing them to break formation. The Battle for the Eras had begun.




Prometheus's Palace


The crowds had found their vigor once again as they emphatically praise Prometheus. From what he said it sounds like their Pack will make decisive victories today against their strongest rivals. An end to the war that seemed eternal. The Insurgents undercover, feeling the pressing urgency to reveal their intel would stop and stay to hear the following. Prometheus holds his paw up high as the crowds below quieten. “Yes, I can tell from the excitement that we are all very pleased to hear that the end of the war is within sight. I will remind you all that we are not out of the woods yet. Not only must we deal with our enemies abroad but we have enemies here among us.” He spoke. The Insurgents present suddenly felt panic. Were they just ousted? This isn't good.

It wouldn't be easy to make one's way across this crowd without raising suspicion. The best they could do was act as if they belonged there. Until they could find an opening to slip through. “I, of course, am speaking about those band of traitors called the Insurgency.” The crowd began to jeer at the mere mention of the Insurgency. “Yes, yes, I know. This is why we can't always have nice things.” The crowd gave a laugh. “I assure you that these so-called 'Loyalists' are no laughing matter. They are violent criminals who wish to return to the warmongering ways of the former Alpha. To return to taking from each of you, your sons, your fathers, ever your mothers, and daughters. Sending them off to war to die for the Alpha's riches!” Prometheus emphatically declared. The crowd gave way to intense jeering. Some even shouted the names of loved ones lost in the war. “Yes, it hurt my heart and pride as Tenneth when I learned that awful truth. That our once beloved Alpha, saw us as nothing more than a means to end. To make himself more wealthy and more powerful. All the while stealing from you, your wealth, your vitality, your kin! That is why we needed a change and this is why we are here today. Real change has come and those traitors realize that. They want to take away any progress we make !” The crowd growled and some bit at the air.

“Just last week we had that direst of tragedies. The Industrial District was thrown into disarray as those terrorists blew up a major factory. Displacing not only hundreds of workers but also taking hundreds of lives. Now families are without their fathers, their brothers, their sons. All for what? To keep us from making changes that will benefit all of society? We cannot tolerate their criminal and radical behavior within our Pack. Are we, the Tenneth, going to roll over and allow them to do whatever they please?” Prometheus posed. The crowd responded with a resounding NO! Prometheus smiled. “Excellent. This is a call to true packmates of the Tenneth. Keep an eye out for any suspicious activity and if you do see something then speak up. Together we can prevent any further attacks on our way of life!” The crowd starts to chant, “Down with the Traitors! Down with the Traitors! Down with the Traitors!”

“I am glad to hear that my wolves are indeed lovers of freedom. Fret not my loyal subjects! I, Prometheus, will no longer tolerate their evil!” Prometheus looks towards his guards, “Bring forth our prisoner.” “Right away my Alpha.” Bero spoke as he and his brother run to retrieve the prisoner. “To prove to you that we are cracking down on these villains we have captured in the night one among their ranks!” This caused the crowd to gasp in wonder. “These traitors are not the only ones who dare to threaten our ways! Behold, an outsider they have recruited!” The turning of wheels squeak and screech as a large cage is being pushed forward. Yet this cage was different, this was a cage made of wood and held bound in rope and twine was...Summanus! Summanus squints. The light of the sun was blinding to one who has been held inside a dark dungeon. “Am I...outside?” He thinks to himself. Summanus groans. “My head is killing me...what did they do to me?” Summanus disoriented found himself confused at what he saw before him. Before him, a large crowd of Fire Wolves howled and barked obscenities in his direction.

Prometheus turns his gaze to Summanus. A small grin works its way upon Prometheus's face. “You're quite the spectacle! I've never seen so much attention being given to a Wolf. I'm nearly half-tempted to let them rip you apart, but we have greater plans in mind.” Prometheus spoke his voice dripping with arrogance and malice. Summanus could barely make out the shape of Prometheus much less hear what he had to say. Summanus could only assume it to be some kind of gloating. “LOOK! LOOK! Wolves of the Tenneth! Look at this as an example of the scum of the earth! Nothing more than an outsider and a terrorist! His crimes are indeed something to be both in awe and fear of! For this Wolf is no ordinary one, no, this Wolf is a famous mercenary! He is Summanus the Stray! Living Wolf's Bane! He has slain hundreds of wolves and helped to destabilize whole societies! This is a threat not only to us but to all freedom-loving wolves out there!” The vitriolic crowd hurdled even more obscenities at the tortured Summanus. Summanus could barely stay conscious.

The Insurgents in the crowd looked on in shock and horror! Their friend and comrade have clearly suffered and his weakly state gave the once fearsome warrior a now pathetic quality. They felt hurt and some even felt vengeful. Yet, they knew they could not reveal their position! The very fate of the Tenneth rests on their ability to keep on fighting. Something that couldn't be done locked in a cell. While this sickening display disturbed the Insurgents, what came next would shake them to the core.





The City of Eurus


The siege had begun. All across the Floating City of Eurus, vessels drawn by enslaved Kita appeared from out of the clouds. Carrying with them invaders from the world below. The Avira valiant in their defense, could not bring it among themselves to hurt their oldest allies. It was clear to the Avira that the Kita would not do such a horrific thing as bring their enemies to their doorstep. This made it difficult for the noble Avira to harm their attackers. “DAMN IT!” cried one of the vanguard. “How do we attack them without hurting our allies!?” He shouted at the skies above. Sergeant Gale looked to the young warrior and grimaced. “So it has come to this. Have they forsaken all honor and dignity? To hide behind the Light Wolves...it's the most despicable thing I've seen in all my years.” He growled.

“Sir! We can't sit here and do nothing! Even if they were our allies as of now they are aiding our enemies. Should we not treat them as hostiles as well?” Spoke Gale's Lieutenant. Gale growled at the thought. “For now we must disrupt their advance. Call forth the Ekaitz! Have them summon storms to make their approach difficult. Perhaps if we make it troublesome to land we can keep them from mounting a ground assault.” The Soldiers saluted Gale and gave an affirmative aye, aye! They went to gather every able body Ekaitz Wolf they could muster. It was at this time however a new player entered the field.

One such vessel was nearly upon the City when suddenly, SNAP!! The ropes that bound the Kita to the platforms were severed as Tenneth and Borak wolves fell to their deaths. Then came more snaps as a sudden woosh could be heard just overhead. With such speed and precision, only one group could be capable of such a feat. “FEAR NOT BRAVE AVIRA!!!” The Wind Wolves look up to see in his glory, Captain Huracan! “WE THE THUNDERHEADS HAVE COME TO YOUR AID!!!” The Avira cheered as the elite fighting force quickly works to dismantle the first wave of invaders. “Bogeys coming off our ten!!!” Shouted a Borak lookout. “Ha! Too late!” Barked Capala. She took her wing and quickly clipped the ropes plummeting the lookout and some soldiers to Nigerius below. The sounds of their screaming echoed back up into the skies. “Kita! Come with me and I will lead you to safe-haven!” Spoke Meriwether as he took his large wing motioning the freed Kita to follow.

Capala severs another invading vessel as the Kita flies away. “See that Captain! What do you think?” She said brimming with confidence. “I think there's more than one way to skin a cat.” Another Thunderhead appears as he swoops down and slices a platform in half. “These crates are a much bigger target and more easily exploited,” Ramiel said so matter-of-factually. “Damn it Rammy! Do you have to take the wind from underneath my wings?!” Capala responded as she stuck out her tongue. “I thought I told you not to call me Rammy...Cappy.” He retorted with a smirk. “Grr. How about we settle this with a bet then? I bet I can repel more invaders than you!” Ramiel pondered her proposal. “I'll take on that wager, what are the stakes?” “The stakes are your positions as Thunderheads. The enemy is at our doorstep and all you can think about is your egos.” A white Avira spoke as he flew beside Huracan.

“Ah, Sepher! I was wondering where you were?” Huracan spoke. “ The invaders were assaulting the northern side of the city. I've sent Reva, Levina, and Taranis to counter their advance.” Sepher reported. “Excellent.” “I must say Captain this is rather bold of the Tenneth and the Borak. Something big must be happening down below.” Sepher mused. “You're right. The Alphas must be making their move. I can feel that the war is heading to a boiling point.” Huracan then thought to himself. “I hope Cerise doesn't get herself involved once again.” “Ah if only Raiju and Fuju were here! They would've loved a chance to crack some Borak heads!” Capala said as she turned her head towards the Captian. “Did you really have to send them after your girlfriend, Captain?” Capala teased. Huracan squinted as he tossed a stern look towards Capala. “Look alive Thunderheads! The enemy is not done! I expect each of you to hold them off until reinforcements from the other cities arrive!” Huracan ordered. “Understood Captain!” They all spoke in unison.

Soon storm clouds gathered overhead as the sounds of rumbling thunder reverberated throughout the skies. “It seems the Ekaitz are at work to give us more cover,” Sepher mentioned. “I hope it will be enough. I have a feeling the worse is yet to come.” Huracan forebode. Soon more invaders began to appear from behind the rolling clouds. Once again being carried by the imprisoned Kita. “Continue formation we will stop both our enemies and rescue our allies!” Huracan howled. The Thunderheads howled back as they charged forth to face the oncoming wave.




Stonehold


The Dimitrios commanders look on as the enemy forces begin to retreat. “FALL BACK! FALL BACK!” A Tenneth Raid Leader barked. The Fire Wolves relent as they flee the flying boulders hurled towards them. The Young Commanders cheer. “You see that old man! I told you, Stonehold once again remains the most impenetrable fortress in the world!” The Commander boasted. The Elder Commander did not share in his colleagues' sentiment. He felt this entire “siege” was all too suspicious. The Scout returns. “Sirs! I come with an update on the disaster measures!” One of the Commanders gives him the go-ahead.

“We have finished evacuating the residents of the first inner wall. We are now working on evacuating the second wall.” He reported. “And what of the quakes?” The Elder Commander asked. “Tremors are light but consistent! As of now, we suspect the epicenter is many miles away! We should encounter little to no damage to the city, sirs!” He finished. “Very well, return to your post.” The Elder ordered. The Scout saluted and then ran down the ramparts. “Well then, good news all around. The Alpha should be pleased.” The Second Commander spoke. “So how about a round of drinks? The first one is on me!” The Young Commander laughed. The Defenders start to ease up feeling that victory has been achieved. It was in those quiet moments when suddenly the Scout returns with dread in his voice.

“SIRS! We have reports of a mysterious fissure erupting in the city center!” He cried. “What?!” The Elder Commander barked. “Our forces are intercepting the anomaly as we speak!” The Elder Commander then turned to his comrades. “It seems something foul is at play here. Wolves! I want any that we can spare from the ramparts to report to the city center!” The Elder ordered. Nearby Dimitrios saluted as they make their way down the ramparts. The Elder turns his attentions towards the city. “Why are we depleting our garrisons? It's probably just the quake!” The Young Commander argued. “I knew my instincts told me this was all too strange. I want us to reload the catapults and prepare to fire. This siege isn't over.” He ordered.

In the city center, large cracks quickly formed. The tremors grew worse as the Dimitrios begin to surround the epicenter of the tremor. What would follow next, none would be prepared for...




Prometheus's Palace


Prometheus looks beyond his perch. The crowds below have grown restless at the sight of the captured Summanus. Prometheus raises his paw as the crowd silences.”I have heard your cries of anger! You cry out for justice, and justice is what I intend to mete out!” Prometheus proclaims. The Tenneth howl with an almost religious fervor. “These terrorist Insurgents believed they have us frightened but it is they that will soon learn the meaning of terror! From this moment on I will crackdown on their activities there will be no place that they can hide! I issue a decree that all members of the terrorist Insurgency are public enemy number one! They are to be sought out and hanged for their treason! Anywho support or protect the Insurgency will also be declared enemies of the state and will be hanged!” Prometheus roared.

The Insurgents shuffle uncomfortably. “We will leave no stone unturned, no crook or cranny overlooked! We will sniff them out and exterminate them like the rats they are! And we shall begin with this one!” Prometheus declared as he pointed his snout to Summanus. “I hereby declare that by High Noon tomorrow, we will hold a public execution for this outsider filth! Summanus the Stay shall be hanged until dead! May his death be the herald of the Insurgency's end!” Prometheus roared. The Crowd then chanted, “Death to the Outsider! Death to the Traitors!” The Insurgents held back a gasp. They had to report this back to Headquarters. They need to know they plan to execute Summanus!

Prometheus then thought to himself. “Yes, you heard me right rats. I can smell your stench down there. I know you'll report this back to your leaders. Let them come and try and stop the execution. They will fail to save him...just as they have failed to completely stop my war machine.” He then laughed to himself. “The World will soon belong to us!”



Stonehold


“Hold!” Shouted the Dimitrios Captain. What looked to be an entire garrison cautiously surrounded the fissure. The Earth Wolves look about with confusion and anticipation in their eyes. They weren't sure what caused this fissure. It wasn't consistent with naturally formed fractures caused by quakes. Then came the tremors once again. At first, it began as a small rumble but it would quickly escalate in intensity. Soon the city center itself began to shake as the fissure blew wide open. “FALL BACK!” The Captain shouted as the Dimitrios retreated from the explosion of rock and stone.

Dust and debris clouded the city center as the Dimitrios gathered their bearings. “What happened?” Said a soldier between coughs. The Captain coughed as he squints to see a particular shape within the cloud of dust. His eyes widen. “Look alive, Wolves!” He barked. As the cloud of dust settles what they saw was something unimaginable to them. Protruding out from the giant hole in the ground was a large, mechanical drill! The Dimitrios was in shock and awe of the machine. It stood there motionless, solitary with no sign of any life. Yet it was big, big enough to perhaps hide some Wolves? The Captain was uncertain of what order he should give in this moment. This was new and unprecedented. The Soldiers grew restless as they shifted in their spaces uncomfortably. “Sir? What are your orders?” Asked one of the Wolves.

Taking a moment, the Captain analyzed the device and noticed it was constructed out of metal. “Have our Deon soldiers examine it. If it moves they can destroy it if needed.” The Captain ordered. The Dimitrios called for the Deon as a squad of the Metal Wolves stepped forward. “Sir?” Spoke the Deon Squad Leader. “You're here. As you can see we have a foreign...object here. We need you to check it out and if it tries to move you have my permission to attack.” The Captain finished. The Squad Leader nodded. “Alright soldiers! Approach the object cautiously!” The Deon gave an affirmative bark. The Metal Wolves slowly made their way towards the Drill. They began to encircle it eyeing it carefully for even the slightest of movements. After a few moments of gauging its threat, the Deons decided to move in.

The Deons scanned the Drill, sniffing it and pawing it. They took note of the craftsmanship seeing how finely even and smooth the edges were. The grooves of its treads were sturdy with precise spacing between each of them. Even the nuts and bolt work were just as impeccable. The Drill head itself was the machine's most impressive feature. Its point was razor-sharp and the metallurgy was a mix of steel and, most surprisingly, bits of a diamond. This machine was designed with only one purpose in mind and that was the burrow through solid bedrock! Only one other Pack could create something this magnificent and that would be the Tenneth. The ironwork itself was definitely of Tenneth make, the Squad Leader knew that for sure.

“Deon Squad! What do you have to say about it?” The Captain asked. The Squad Leader turned his head to the Captain. “Sir! There's no doubt about it, this machine was made by the Tenneth!” He declared. The Captain stunned by the revelation slowly realized that the assault must have been a diversion all along. Upon this realization, the Captain, almost in a panic, shouted, “DESTROY IT! This thing is too dangerous to be left in the enemy's control!” Yet by the time he had sounded the order, it was already too late. Little holes suddenly opened up along the sides of the drill numbering about seven on each side. Out poked what looked like nozzles that you would see on the end of a hose. The Deon turned and with a gasp out sprayed a reddish-brown gas. The gas fogged their vision as they began to cough profusely. “FALL BACK! FALL BACK!” The Captain cried.

The gas quickly dissipated leaving the surrounding Wolves are a quivering wreck. “Sir! What should we do?!” Fear was present in the Lieutenant's voice. “Soldiers! Soldiers respond!” The Captain shouted. The Deon was unresponsive at first as they stood there unwavering. Then suddenly the Deon became aggressive as they attacked each other. They snarled and snapped as they clawed at one another. The Captain uncertain what to do suddenly commands, “Soldiers! Break them up or they'll hurt each other!” The Dimitrios went in to pacify their cousin Wolves but when they got too close they were attacked! The Deon had completely lost their wits turning to viciousness and savagery. The Dimitrios yelped in pain as the Deon's powerful jaws bit down and shattered bones. “FALL BACK! FALL BACK!” The Captain cried out. The Deon turned their attentions towards the Wolves around them as they attacked everyone in a blind frenzy.

It was at this moment the Drill suddenly moved forward. The Drill continued to spray the rust-colored gas as it made its approach towards the front gate. The Captain then realized the plan. The Tenneth must intend to use this weapon to break open the front gates allowing for a total assault! He had to stop them but with the strange gas emanating from the Drill, the Wolves could not get too close. “WOLVES! Launch every rock and stone you can at that weapon! We must stop it!!” The Dimitrios gave a shaky but affirmative bark as they commanded the rocks and stones to fly towards the Drill. Soon the Drill was being pelted on all sides by every igneous rock available. Yet the metalwork was sturdy and the Drill was able to shake off every attack. Some Dimitrios unaware of the current situation was caught in the Drill's gas as they too entered a frenzy. It wouldn't be long before the Dimitrios found themselves fighting each other!

The Dimitrios garrisons panicked in the face of this unconventional warfare. The Captain tried to issue more commands but he would be interrupted by a frenzied Deon as the Wolf bit and clawed at his former commander. The Captain tried to fend him off but would make a misstep as the Metal Wolf bit down at his scruff snapping his neck. The Three Commanders atop the outer wall noticed the chaos coming their way. The Old Commander's fears have become validated at this moment. His face grew horrified at the sight. This wasn't normal for the Tenneth. This was dishonorable, demonstrable, and unethical. War is indeed horrible but, this is taking things to a level previously unthinkable. “Curse this 'Great War' that has transformed even honorable Wolves into desperate monsters. We have truly lost more than lives and territory if measures like these are now permissible.” The wizened Commander laments. The Young Commander however became temperamental over the old Wolf's reticent response.

“What are you talking about!? Now isn't the time to lose your nerve! We must stop that thing!” He barked. He then turned to the catapults. “ Dimitrios turn your catapults to that machine! We must destroy it!” The Second Commander interjects, “Belay that order! What are you thinking!? We might hit our own down there!” “Better than we allow that thing to breach the walls, or have you forgotten about the Tenneth army right outside our doors!” He argued. He then barks, “Launch the Catapults!” The Second Commander growls but relents. “Launch the Catapults.” He repeats. Nothing happens. “I said LAUNCH THE CATAPULTS!” The Young Commander shouted. No response. A Soldier, bloodied and wounded, weakly walks up to the Commanders. “S-Sirs...the catapults...we are being attacked by...urk!” The Wolf collapses. “Soldier!” The Commanders shout. “S-SHADOW WOLVES!!!” A Dimitrios screamed. The Commanders turned towards the screaming and just as baffling as what they heard, seeing it was even more so.

Kamarians were attacking the ramparts as the brave Earth Wolves find themselves completely off-guarded as their ranks begin to disperse. “This-This can't be happening!” Gasped the Second Commander. The Old Commander watched on as the Kamaria jumped from out of the shadows appearing just like phantoms. The Shadow Wolves encircle the Commanders as they huddle up in a defensive formation. “What are you doing here Kamaria?! This isn't your fight!” The Young Commander barked. “It is now. You Earth Wolves have grown complacent and ignorant behind your stone walls. So much so that you failed to recognize the threat right beneath your notice.” A Kamarian coolly responded. The Old Commander looked to the Drill and began to shed a tear as the machine bursts through the front gate. “Never in hundreds of seasons has Stonehold ever been breached...I never thought I would live to see the impossible. We were indeed fools.”

“There's the signal! The Gate has been breached! Attack! Attack! Storm their city mighty Tenneth!” Shouted the Raid Leader as the next wave of Fire Wolves rush the gates. The Drill ceases the gas flow as it burrows back down into the earth from which it came. The Tenneth overrun the outer city as they burn everything in sight. “Retreat! Retreat! The enemy has invaded the city! Retreat!” The Dimitrios cried. The Earth Wolves panicked as they rushed to evacuate as many of its citizens out of the city. The Tenneth howled in triumph as today marks the day they finally overcame their greatest enemy.



Prometheus's Palace



“Thank you my loyal subjects,” Prometheus resumes, “Even in dark times like these, we must never forget that we are the fire that forges the new way forward for all Wolves! The Tenneth Pack needs each and every one of you brave souls to continue to support our way of life, and defend it from all trespassers! May Phoenix's Flame never extinguish! Long Live the Tenneth!” He concludes with triumphant fanfare. The crowd echoes, “LONG LIVE THE TENNETH!!! LONG LIVE PROMETHEUS!!!” Prometheus gives a bow as he turns to leave the balcony. Prometheus looks to Shimmer Doom and Erebus. “I must retire now but please make yourselves comfortable. My servants are your servants.” Shimmer and Erebus nod. “You're hospitality is most gracious, Alpha of the Tenneth.” Erebus speaks his voice gravely and hoarse as he gives a courtesy bow. “Thank you, Lord Prometheus.” Shimmer responds with a small bow.

“Bero and Borvo, please send our captive back to his cell. I believe he has had enough torture. Give him food and drink, I want him conscious for his big day.” Prometheus said with a prideful and malicious grin. “Right away, Lord Alpha.” The Brothers spoke in unison. “I bid you all good day.” Prometheus finishes as he walks down the hall. Down below the crowd begins to disperse as they are herded by the Palace Guards. The Insurgent Scouts doing their due diligence to avoid detection sneak out with the crowds. Yet unbeknownst to the Scouts their presence did not go entirely unnoticed. Hidden in the shadows were the elite Kamarian assassins known as Hunter-Killers. Their noses were sharp being trained to detect the most subtle of scent changes. They picked up on the subtle notes of concern and fear when Prometheus announced Summanus's execution. They kept a sizable distance away from the Scouts always staying downwind from their noses.


Hephaestus City


The Insurgency Scouts enter the city as they separate from each other. Each Scout moves down random streets and alleys as they move in and out of crowds. Some even go to the market and buy smoked salamander doing everything to appear as innocuous as possible. The Hunter-Killers divided themselves into pairs following each Scout as they monitor their movements. The Scouts go about their day, none in a hurry to return to headquarters despite the urgent news. The Hunter-Killers watch the Scouts for hours after the Speech. Eventually, each Scout disappears from the crowds as they enter secret entrances found in multiple buildings throughout the city. No two Scouts enter the same entrance, in fact, it appears as if they are just coming home from a long day. The Hunter-Killers patient in their approach refrains from following. No, they take their time to scout out each of these locations before each team leaves to regroup.




Loyalist Headquarters


Deep underground the city lies an impressive network of abandoned tunnels, canals, and even buildings. Back in the city's beginnings construction was a difficult process due to the active lava flow making the ground supple and loose. Many buildings would sink into the lava flow making construction often dangerous work. Yet the sunken buildings would pile up one after the other as they began to fuse into the earth becoming new ground. The Tenneth of old would use this ground as impromptu foundations for the city. Due to timely eruptions, even the old foundations would give out and the new buildings would sink forming all new foundations.

This process of construction, destruction, and reconstruction would occur numerous times. Yet with each cycle, the city would be built higher and higher upon the ruins of the old. This eventually created foundations sturdy enough to resist even the most violent of eruptions. The Old City would inevitably be abandoned and forgotten as the Tenneth focused their efforts on ensuring the Upper City remains untarnished. Many rumors do circulate about the ruins beneath the City. Some say the Undercity is a haunted place. Filled with the souls of the many dead Tenneth who tragically died during these sinkings. Some say dying Tenneth instinctively make trips down here to find peace, seeking to return to the womb of the Earth from which they came. Regardless the Undercity is a bleak and empty place that would unnerve any Wolf as the environment invokes the sobering feeling of the grave.

The Insurgency Headquarters makes its home here as the Rebels use the labyrinthine ruins as a natural safeguard from any would-be intruders. The Scouts navigate through the ruins as they reach the Undercity's center. There they would see lights emanating from a solitary building, the ruins of an old town hall. It is here the Insurgency plans its secret maneuvers as they lead the charge for freedom against the tyrannical Promethean government. The Scouts gather at the front door as one takes a paw and scratches against the door. A Guard opens a door grille as he looks at the group of Scouts. “What is the passphrase?” He stiffly asks. “The Sun shines its brightest after the darkest of nights.” The Scout replied. The Guard opens the door as the Scouts return from their assignment. “Scouts you are to make your report immediately to Ezekiel! He awaits you in the War Room!” An Insurgent Sergeant spoke. The Scouts gave a salute with their paws and made their way to the war room.

Inside the War Room was a round table with Ezekiel at its head. Beside him was Castor, a member of Prometheus's War Council turned spy. Around the table were commander's of the Insurgency and in attendance were their allies. The Kamarians, Mydnyte and Fang Hunter, the Canicus, Durandel, the Ausi, Nova, and The mysterious Blue. Right outside the War Room sat the trio of Blossom, Tiberius, and Chaz. The Scouts walked past the three Wolves as they scratched at the door. “Enter,” Ezekiel called. The Scouts entered as they lined up perpendicular to the round table. “Sir! Recon Leader Tobias reporting!” Tobias spoke as he stood before the round table. “We are all anxious to hear your report Recon Leader,” Ezekiel spoke. “Right away sir! Today at eight in the morning of the late Autumn Season, at the appointed location of the Alpha's Palace, we are here to inform the Leaders and Allies of the Loyalist Insurgency, that Prometheus had hosted an attendance of the civilians of Hephaestus City. Not only was Prometheus present but so too were his allies. There was the Bork General, Shimmer Doom, her personal guard known as the Thunder Guard. Others included were Prometheus's personal bodyguards, Bero the Red and Borvo the Blue, and a surprise guest, the Alpha of the Kamaria Pack, Erebus!” The room grew silent, stunned over this new info.

“The Kamaria have a new Alpha?” Castor asked confused. “Yes sir! As announced by Prometheus!” The Insurgency Leadership began to chat nervously among themselves. “Quiet. Please Continue.” Ezekiel calmly speaks. “Yes sir! We regret to inform the council however that troubling news has arisen from this procession! Prometheus has announced that Kamaria Pack has sworn their allegiance to him and the Borak Pack forming the union he has dubbed, The Great Trium!” The Insurgency suddenly threw up their paws at the very notion of a union of Three Great Packs! “This is absurd! Since when do the Kamaria agree to be privy to alliances!?” “What are we to do now?! Our enemies have grown stronger!” Castor then spoke up, “Please, Wolves of the Insurgency! Now isn't the time to lose our wits. We are all aware that our enemies have been secretly plotting against us. We mustn't forget why we are fighting!” “Castor is correct. Our enemies may increase in number and strength but if we allow fear to invade our hearts and minds, then they will have already won without a single strike. We all understood that our fight would become harder and more dangerous as time went on. Yet do we, loyal Tenneth run away from the fight just because it seems difficult?” He asks. The Commanders mumble but then slowly shake their heads in disagreement. “They may be many but our enemy has grown more bloated and therefore harder to move without being noticed. Our numbers may be fewer but we can move far more quickly, quietly, and decisively. We do not need to defeat every Borak, Tenneth, and Kamaria that might come our way. You sever the head of a snake and the body will follow.” Ezekiel finishes calming down the Commanders.

Ezekiel then nods signaling for Tobias to finish. “Sir! We also regret to inform you about the fate of our captured comrade, Summanus!” The room tensed up once more. “It has been announced that our dear friend and ally, Summanus, will be publicly executed tomorrow at Noon!” Tobias then saluted the Leadership and fell back in line. “Thank you, Recon Team. You may retire to the Mess Hall, good work out there.” Ezekiel said solemnly as he dismisses the Scouts. “This is obviously a tactic to flush you out, Ezekiel,” Castor spoke. “I agree, but Summanus was instrumental to our victory at the Factory. To abandon him to his fate would make us look weak to the enemy.” Ezekiel responds. “Sir! You cannot be suggesting we interfere with the execution!” A Commander objected. “It would be a fool's errand to stop a public execution! After all, we need to consider the lives of our Wolves that are still free!” Another Commander chimed in. The rest gave a here, here! “It sounds as though we have some objections. I suggest we put it to a vote about how we should respond to this new development.” Castor suggested. “Very well.” Ezekiel nods. “Shall we interfere with the public execution tomorrow and attempt to free our comrade in arms, Summanus? Yay or Nay?”

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Summanus


Summanus faded in and out of consciousness during the rally today. He could half-remember the roar of the crowds and Prometheus's own booming voice. What stood out the most to him was his date of execution. Summanus always expected to die someday, but he never would've guessed it would be juridical. He always assumed it would be on the battlefield by the jaws of an enemy. Life never ceases to surprise. Not to mention the surprise visitor he's about to meet inside of his cell. Summanus heard chatter around him. His vision was blurry but he could make out the shapes of Bero and Borvo. They seemed to be having a rather spirited debate about how long to roast one's marshmallows. "It should be lightly toasted!" Bero shouted. "It should be charred!" Borvo retorted. "You're not supposed to BURN the marshmallow stupid! Besides the extra carbon isn't good for you!" Bero argued. "But that's what gives it its texture and extra flavor!" Borvo remarked.

"Texture?! What do you know about texture? Marshmallows are supposed to be soft, not crunchy!" Borvo gave Bero a look of indignation. "What do I know about texture!? What do YOU know about texture?! You barely cook it, it's not even gooey!" Bero growled. "I do that because it's about PRESENTATION! Nobody wants to eat a blackened marshmallow! Everybody wants it golden brown!" "Wha? Who the hell's gonna care about what it looks like?! Besides all my friends like it blackened! Just because YOU don't like it that way doesn't mean everyone's gonna agree with you!" "Well, you and your friends have shit taste, because everybody knows the proper way to cook a marshmallow is to toast a golden brown!" Bero barked. "Well, I say it's better blackened! You just can't appreciate it because YOU'RE the one with shit taste!" Borvo barked back. "Golden brown is better!" "Blackened's better!" "Golden Brown!" "Blackened!" "GOLDEN BROWN!" "BLACKENED!" "GOOOOLDEN BROOOOWN!" "BLAAAAACKENED!" Bero and Borvo snarled at one another. "Do you want to fight me!?" Bero challenged. "Oh yeah!? Bring it!!" Borvo responded. Red flames began to spread across Bero's back, while blue flames spread across Borvo's. Summanus was roused by their incessant arguing and the heat of their flames.

Summanus grumbles. "If you guys want to fight how about you do it not so close to me?" Bero and Borvo both turned to Summanus. "SHUT UP!!" They said in unison. "Let's drop off the prisoner in his cell and take this outside," Bero suggested. "Sounds good to me!" Borvo nods. The Brothers walk up the Summanus's cell and open the cell door. They pushed the cage forward and released the hatch. "Get in your pen, you filthy Outsider!" Bero barked as Borvo prodded him along with a little flame. The twine burnt off of Summanus as he shakily rose up and tumbles into the cell. The Brothers close the cell door behind him as they give him a derisive snort. "Enjoy your last night on Nigerius! I look forward to your execution!" Bero laughed. "Yeah and I'm gonna roast marshmallows while they do it!" Borvo added. "Oh no, you don't! You're going to ruin everybody's appetite!" Bero spat. "Then do something about it!" Borvo goaded. "Oh, I will! Right after we take back this stupid cage!" Bero said as he pushed it. The Brothers soon left down the hall and out of everybody's sight.

Summanus laid down on the cold stone floor barely moving a muscle. While the Borak looked completely out of it he was still sharp. Even though he couldn't see her, he could 'sense' her presence inside his cell. Slowly lifting his head Summanus looks to the dark side of the cell and calls out, "I didn't know you were a Kamarian, Blue?" He spoke weakly. "Have you come to rub my capture in my face? To be honest I would prefer to hear that over those two fools bickering." He wheezed. He wasn't exactly sure what her intent was coming here. He didn't think she came here to rescue him, nor does he think she came here to kill him. Prometheus is already going to do that for her. Whatever it may be he doubts that this is just a social call. "Why are you here?" he asks.

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Blue watched Stormy fall into the cell.

Slowly lifting his head Summanus looks to the dark side of the cell and calls out, "I didn't know you were a Kamarian, Blue?" He spoke weakly. "Have you come to rub my capture in my face? To be honest I would prefer to hear that over those two fools bickering." He wheezed.

"Why are you here?" he asks.


Why am I here? It was the same question she was asking herself.

A whole minute went by with no response.

She couldn't answer the question... so she answered the other questions first.

"BattleDemon, my mother was a half breed. Alvan and Kamarian. And I am just the result of her affair with a full blooded Kamarian," the words were frosty, cold and somewhat bitter. There was no emotion on her face, not that you could see it in back of the cell... she was just barely standing out of reach of the light.

There was a stretch of silence again...

Blue wasn't sure what she was currently feeling.... her heart was beginning to race and her fur was standing on end. It was like she was racing while standing completely still. Any second and she swore she was about to burst.

"I didn't come to gloat..." The words were much softer this time.

Softly speaking, yet she was angry, so so angry right now.

"I lost your pendant..." This was as close to an apology as she was going to give...

"And I promised... my mo-" She caught herself, "BattleDemon... that I would return it... and I didn't."

Blue was being herself in this moment...

"Why do you do it? Why protect others? Why save others when they aren't worth saving?" The question burst out of her. Without waiting for him to respond, she continued in a rush.

"You know, out of everyone in the group... I found our past to be... the most similar. Battledemon wasn't much of a mother... and... all I had was your pendant in a very dark place... I was alone with no light."

She suddenly growled, "I'm not trying to justify what I'm doing just so you know... I'm just..."

[i]Confused.[/]

Reality hit her then... She was in despair because... because of....

Blue was emanating power now... the darkness around her was thickening, almost becoming a corporeal blob of sludge...

She held no emotional ties to Khan or Nova, that was for sure... but for some reason, she was... sympathizing with Summanus... Frustration nipped at her claws...

"Killing and lying are all I know."

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Blue watched Stormy fall into the cell.

Slowly lifting his head Summanus looks to the dark side of the cell and calls out, "I didn't know you were a Kamarian, Blue?" He spoke weakly. "Have you come to rub my capture in my face? To be honest I would prefer to hear that over those two fools bickering." He wheezed.

"Why are you here?" he asks.


Why am I here? It was the same question she was asking herself.

A whole minute went by with no response.

She couldn't answer the question... so she answered the other questions first.

"BattleDemon, my mother was a half breed. Alvan and Kamarian. And I am just the result of her affair with a full blooded Kamarian," the words were frosty, cold and somewhat bitter. There was no emotion on her face, not that you could see it in back of the cell... she was just barely standing out of reach of the light.

There was a stretch of silence again...

Blue wasn't sure what she was currently feeling.... her heart was beginning to race and her fur was standing on end. It was like she was racing while standing completely still. Any second and she swore she was about to burst.

"I didn't come to gloat..." The words were much softer this time.

Softly speaking, yet she was angry, so so angry right now.

"I lost your pendant..." This was as close to an apology as she was going to give...

"And I promised... my mo-" She caught herself, "BattleDemon... that I would return it... and I didn't."

Blue was being herself in this moment...

"Why do you do it? Why protect others? Why save others when they aren't worth saving?" The question burst out of her. Without waiting for him to respond, she continued in a rush.

"You know, out of everyone in the group... I found our past to be... the most similar. Battledemon wasn't much of a mother... and... all I had was your pendant in a very dark place... I was alone with no light."

She suddenly growled, "I'm not trying to justify what I'm doing just so you know... I'm just..."

Confused.

Reality hit her then... She was in despair because... because of....

Blue was emanating power now... the darkness around her was thickening, almost becoming a corporeal blob of sludge...

She held no emotional ties to Khan or Nova, that was for sure... but for some reason, she was... sympathizing with Summanus... Frustration nipped at her claws...

"Killing and lying are all I know."

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Things were quiet for a bit. He wasn't sure if he caught Blue off-guard or something? Perhaps she isn't interested in speaking but then why show up? It was not too long before she did speak up.

"BattleDemon, my mother was a half breed. Alvan and Kamarian. And I am just the result of her affair with a full blooded Kamarian,"

Summanus laid there unflinching at the news. He always suspected she was related to BattleDemon in some way but it's different hearing it from her. Summanus didn't have very much interaction with her mother. He did remember her to be a great warrior but nearly killing her in that prison caused him no small amount of grief. She was tough so he wasn't surprised she was able to walk it off somewhat. That prison break was the last time he saw her. It was during his thoughts that Blue broke the silence once more.


"I didn't come to gloat..." "I lost your pendant..." "And I promised... my mo-", "BattleDemon... that I would return it... and I didn't."

This did surprise Summanus however. Is that why she came? To apologize to him? After being separated from it so long he wasn't sure if he would ever see his birth pendant again. The black lightning bolt pendant. He always wondered where his parents manage to get a black pendant. The other pendants were always yellow, or sometimes blue. Unfortunately, they died before he could even speak. Thinking about his parents always invited a bit of fantasy into his mind. What if they didn't die? How much different would his life had turned out? Would he even be a warrior? Summanus never liked to dwell on what-ifs and what could've been. Life happens in the present, not the Past. Yet saying that was easier said than done. Too often his mind would dwell on the Past.

He had remembered giving BattleDemon his pendant. She had a plan to escape and in order for her plan to work, she needed it. He was reluctant to hand it over at first, after all, it was the only thing his parents ever gave him. It was their inheritance and their memento. Having noticed his reluctance, BattleDemon had promised to return it, no matter what. He believed her to be true to her word and if it meant saving the lives of so many, why not? Summanus handed it to her and she ran off to initiate her plan. He was to hold off any assailants that might try to stop her. They succeeded and they escaped, but they were separated. When the prison walls blew open much of the cavern caved in. He was scared BattleDemon was buried within that mess. When the Tenneth came to pick the ruins they couldn't find BattleDemon's body among the dead. Somehow she escaped that nightmare but her trail was long cold by then.

"Why do you do it? Why protect others? Why save others when they aren't worth saving?" "You know, out of everyone in the group... I found our past to be... the most similar. Battledemon wasn't much of a mother... and... all I had was your pendant in a very dark place... I was alone with no light." "I'm not trying to justify what I'm doing just so you know... I'm just..."

Summanus listened to her line of questioning. To him, it sounded like she was holding this in for a very long time. Why does anyone do the things they do? It is a complex question with no simple answers. He wasn't angry with Blue over losing the pendant. If anything he was glad that it brought comfort to someone else while it was gone. The pendant holds that kind of power, it kept him company too when he felt all alone in the dark. Summanus then noticed the darkness increase in opaqueness, so much so it began to look tangible. She was releasing more of her Prana and it would seem Blue holds a lot more power within herself. It reminded him of her mother.

"Killing and lying are all I know."


"All I've ever known was killing too." He finally spoke. "It was the only thing I was ever good at. I killed for food, I killed for money, and I killed for revenge." Summanus took a deep breath before giving a hacking cough. "Death followed me like a curse. Anyone that I ever loved seemed to die, so I kept myself from loving. Instead, I just caused death, death, and more death." Summanus paused as he looked deep into that growing darkness, "You asked me why do I do it? Why do I protect others even if they don't deserve it? It's because I used to believe that killing gave me purpose, that it was my reason for living. After killing for so long I realized that I was wrong. All killing ever did for me was leave me feeling purposeless and alone. I wasn't truly living because I never felt alive." Summanus sighed.

"It wasn't until I started protecting others. Preserving life rather than taking it gave me that sense of purpose. That made me feel alive. I felt it the first time when I protected this silly, little, three-legged cub named Lou." Summanus uncharacteristically gave a small chuckle. "He was being harassed and assaulted by a group of older Wolves for his deformity. He reminded me of myself I suppose." Summanus spoke referring to his two tails. "I didn't realize it at the time, I just felt all this rage and I snapped. I killed them all and when I thought I scared that cub away...he did something that surprised me. Rather than be afraid of me, he was thankful for me. It felt strange at first but he didn't treat me with contempt or disgust. Instead, he brought me to where he lived which was this shop with a crotchety, old Deon named Keizer. He was a mean, old bastard but he was kind and fair. He never treated me like a freak, instead, he made me feel like I was one of his kin. I finally felt like I belonged." It was then that wall of stoicism that defined Summanus for so long began to crack. A tear escaped down his cheek.

Summanus shrugs it off. "When they died I felt lost all over again. I felt that way for a very long time until I met your mother and her friends. In many ways, they reminded me of that same feeling of family. Just like with Lou and Keizer. It was then I knew I had to protect them. This war has taken away too many families. I wasn't about to let that happen again, not this time." Summanus laid down his head. He felt incredibly tired. "I know I can't ask this of you Blue, but tomorrow I'm going to die. I can feel your power, you have tremendous strength lying deep inside of you. I know you don't feel the same way about the others as I do, but if you can find it in yourself to do it," It was then Summanus looked towards her one more time, "Could you protect the others for me when I'm gone?"

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The part of Blue that was trained so well to ignore weakness wanted to scoff at the emotion showing on Summanus's face. To loudly declare herself above this and leave in a huff... Except, he mentioned the war... taking too many families...

It struck something, a memory surfaced of speeches held deep in the depths of the earth. Talks of changes, of ending all wars, of the death of a God....

Blue felt a headache coming on...

She clacked her fangs together in frustration.

"I know I can't ask this of you Blue, but tomorrow I'm going to die. I can feel your power, you have tremendous strength lying deep inside of you. I know you don't feel the same way about the others as I do, but if you can find it in yourself to do it," It was then Summanus looked towards her one more time, "Could you protect the others for me when I'm gone?"

Suddenly her bright blue eyes began to glow in the darkness as if someone had just lit a torch. She looked down on Summanus, her face and body, expressionless now. All signs of frustration and mixed emotions was gone...

This was something she could not do. At all. This, she was sure of.

Or else she would be immediately killed.

But...

She didn't say anything, she just kept looking at Summanus... Time slowed down in her head and soon, it was apparent... She wasn't just looking at him.... No, she was staring into him.

Unlike her mother who had the Alvan ability to see someone's fears and psychologically disable them, Blue showed no talent for it. She showed another ability instead, one she kept hidden from Nova and everyone else.... One she was thinking of using on Summanus now...

"You know I can't." She growled matter of factly. From his story, she could tell he had been in this position before. But she wondered if he knew, just how quickly she would be killed if she ever even fantasized about rebelling against her Alpha, and her pack.

She let out a breath, and the confusion that had fogged her brain cleared. The shadows receded and the fire light shown upon her bloodied muzzle and paws. "I am what I was made into, and that won't change."

She lowered her head, almost as if defeat. "I'm sorry..." The whisper was low, so low, one might not even hear it.

Earlier in the day, she had helped to slay some rebel scouts... it was their blood that still coated her fur...

There was a loud growl that echoed through the cells, coming from a wolf stationed further up... telling her, that her time was up.

Blue left Summanus in his cell...

She had one last job to fulfill while she was here in Tenneth country. And that involved going back to spy on Nova's group of Rebels...

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Summanus lay there on the cold stone floor. His eyes grew heavy and his sight dimmed. The expenditure of continuous torture performed its debilitating effect on his body. He knew unconsciousness would soon take him and the next he would awaken will probably be before his hour of execution. This was not the first time he faced death or even torture. The life of a mercenary is not without its charm. The only difference was he traveled with a group, not of hardened killers, but idealists seeking change. The only one he could consider a killer was Mydnyte, and of course, Blue. That much evident to him even before the fire revealed the dried blood upon her fur.

Whose blood it was he did not know or was even concerned with knowing. All he does know is that Blue, despite her cryptic language, seems to have some doubts. He's not sure how doubtful she is, but it's certainly not enough to dissuade her from her current course of action. Summanus could only let out a breath. She was gone as soon as she came. Summanus could only hope that whatever happens to him nothing will come about it. The others better keep away, far away. He knows his life is not worth the risk of breaking into this place to rescue him. He was content to die here. A violent life deserves a violent end.

"An interesting 'friend' you've got there." A voice spoke out. Summanus hadn't the energy to lift his head to turn to address the stranger. He could only assume that it's one of the other prisoners locked up here. "The only thing just as interesting is yourself." The voice spoke again. "Thinking of others rather than yourself. It seems Prometheus has some predisposition against honest wolves." He chuckles. Summanus wasn't sure who was speaking to him, but he had no reason to oblige in conversation. He only wished to rest and perhaps dream one last time. "Life isn't a curse you know? But a gift." Another voice chimes. Summanus remains unresponsive. "It seems our stoic cellmate has little time or energy for simple conversation. I shouldn't be surprised. The Prometheans really worked you over. They must despise you most of all." The First Voice concludes.

"Well anyone who has earned the ire of Prometheus sounds like a friend to me." Says the second voice. "Let's allow him to rest, for now, we can reserve what we wish to say for a later time." The first voice decides. "Agreed." Concours the second. The voices grew inaudible by this point as the Borak drifts into unconsciousness.

The setting changes from Prometheus's Palace to Loyalist HQ

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Up in an empty hallway, in the palace, Blue was standing alone with her face to the wall. There was a feeling in her chest still... an aftertaste of the doubt she expressed in the dungeon. Sadness. Bitterness. And... something so strange she dare not think of it.

"How was your talk with the prisoner?" The male voice slithered out of the darkness from behind her.

She was not surprised, "I didn't know such lowly conversations were something you spied on?"

There was a chuckle, "It is when Sane orders me to... Especially when we haven't found it.

Blue growled at the voice, already knowing where the conversation was going. "That's your job, not mine. I already did mine."

"Tsk, tsk... Don't bite me. It's a new order. From above Sane. We ALL are supposed to be looking for it. The first one to find it, gets a new skill."

"Fine, now scram before I do decide to bite you." Her words were snappy and she turned to chomp at the empty air behind her.

The owner of the voice had already gone.

She was alone again.

*****


An hour later, Blue was donning the Tenneth armor again, walking behind a line of infantry wolves. Leaving right out a side door of the walls. They were heading back to reinforce the streets.... and the group of Tenneth didn't even notice her slip away.

She was too good at her role. Too damn good. So good that when she turned a corner, the small group of Rebel wolves she saw immediately tried to kill her.

Fireballs were immediately being thrown her way.

She yelped, "WAIT! IM ON YOUR SIDE!" She dodged the fire, barely getting out of the way when one of them jumped on her. She let out a huge breath of air....

Gods, this wolf is fat!" She thought to herself... "I'm part of the alliance! Please!" She struggled to get out from underneath the fatso who turning her into a pancake. "PLEASE! I'm with-" Inhale. "WITH THE... ALLIANCE."

The setting changes from Loyalist HQ to Prometheus's Palace

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Prometheus sat upon his throne as he listened to Vesta's affirming words. She spoke candidly but truthfully with vigor and spirit. The very thing Prometheus had hoped for in the daughter of Augue. Her heart and mind belong to the Tenneth and to him. Prometheus smiled as Vesta gave her declarations.

"You are my father. You are the only family I have left. Yes, this pack is home but you are my family. One of my own and if you'll have me... I would like you to take me as your daughter. Make me part of your family. Let me stand proudly at your side as only family can. Let us usher our pack into this new glorious future as father and daughter. A symbol to our pack that no matter what we face, we will always find a way. That we are stronger together than any who would oppose us. Together with our allies, we will bring all in line." She said with renewed pride and enthusiasm. "For Augue. For the Tenneth. For you father and Alpha of the Tenneth and the world. For you mighty and wise Prometheus."

Prometheus gave applause as he tapped his claws against the legs of his throne. "Well said my child, well said. While I do accept you, there are those among us who would not greet such news with enthusiasm. You'll need to prove yourself first, not to me, but to the cause." Prometheus then stood up from his throne. He lumbers down the steps and as he approaches Vesta he stares intently into her eyes. "A demonstration is required before I can make your adoption official. As I am sure that you are aware, we currently have a 'certain' prisoner in our dungeons that have direct ties to the Insurgency." Prometheus speaks as he moves past his soon-to-be daughter. "It's also come to my awareness that you have traveled with this 'certain' prisoner to my territory in order to depose me," Prometheus speaks, the subject matter of his words would chill anyone. Anyone would be forgiven for thinking that this is the lead-up to a doomed fate. Prometheus turns to face Vesta, "Don't worry, I have not mentioned this connection to anyone else, and the spies that have presented me with this information have been secretly disposed of." Prometheus then gives his best 'reassuring' smile.

"When the time comes, and it will, we will send this 'certain' prisoner to the fathoms of the Abyss and it will be you who metes out Justice in my name. Then and only then will the world know of this connection and they will know that you are my true daughter! Because you chose family over these radicals." Prometheus then raises a great, big paw and places it on Vesta's shoulder. "Will you do this for me, my daughter?"

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Summanus


Deep in the dungeon came the ringing sound of the dinner bell. "Alright, you filth! It's chow time!" A guard barked. He preceded a chubby wolf dressed in a tattered apron. He pushed the cart against his flabby chest as it carried a pot of some questionably odorous gruel. "Oh no." A prisoner muttered. Others turned their snouts down into the hay. "That's right you miserable sacks of fur! It's someone's big day tomorrow, and you know what that means?" The guard sneers. "Drop Dead Stew!" The guard cruelly laughs. "Serve'em up Jumbo!" He calls out to the chubby wolf. The wolf growls as he tilts the pot into wooden bowls. The slop spills over the bowls and out onto the floor. Each bowl was doused in the smelly stuff. He lifted the pot back over and then worked to serve each prisoner. The Guard then took the keys that hung around his neck to open and close each cell they visit.

Normally this would be dangerous to do, but thanks to not regularly feeding their prisoners each wolf's prana were severely depleted. Not to mention the chains that hold them back from approaching the door. As Jumbo fed each prisoner he did so unceremoniously. He would often plop the bowl down and kick it over to the prisoners. A process that would see much of the unappetizing meal splattered about the floor rather than sloshing around inside the bowl. "You all better eat every drop! You know how the Alpha hates wasting resources on prisoners and traitors." The Guard barked. Each of the prisoners stared despondently at the miserable gruel. Yet slowly they crawl to lap it all up. While a regular wolf would grimace, the prisoners ate it without many reactions. The only one to have a reaction is Ezra, as he scoffs in disgust. "I'm sorry your lordship. Is the stew not to your standards?" The guard laughs. "Will you choke it down this time or will you go hungry again?!" He laughs some more.

Finally, they arrive at Summanus's cell. The guard opens the door as Jumbo lumbers in with the bowl of stew. Before he could serve it, however, the Guard swipes it from Jumbo. "Hold on, let me do this one." He chuckles cruelly. He then tosses the bowl as it hits Summanus's head dumping the stew all over him. The pair of Tenneth laugh at the sight. "You see someone likes your cooking! He loves it so much he'll wear it!" The pair burst out in riotous laughter. Jumbo then suddenly realizes, "Hey." He said rather lamely. "Come on let's get out of here! Can't stand the sight of them eating." The Guard says as he shoves Jumbo aside. They lock the door behind them and then exit down the aisle. "Enjoy your dinner filth!" He laughs as the pair leave.

Summanus slowly rouses from his slumber, which was entirely unrestful. Minus the warm stew dripping down his snout, he felt chilly lying there on the cold, stone floor. Summanus wiped the goop from his eyes as he looks about. It would seem the guards just fed them. Then came a skittering noise. Summanus looked upwards to see rats crawling around the rafters. There was an unusually high number of them. Typically maybe one or two can be seen running at any given time. Yet there must've been dozens! Their bodies seemed to cover the entire wooden beam as if the rafter was made of fur! What's even stranger is that they all seem to be carrying something. Summanus squints to better ascertain the clearly peculiar situation before him. He notices that all of the rats are carrying bits of food! What's more, is that they are all heading in the same direction!

"What is causing this kind of behavior?" He thought. Although it pained his body he nevertheless lifted himself up. He then slowly turned his upper body with his shoulders as he noticed that the rats suddenly fanned out at the intersection located above the aisle. Each beam held a line of rats as they ran single-file into each cell that contained a prisoner. Summanus watched as the rats piled up the bits of food they carried. In each cell, the piles grew larger and larger as rats came carrying food everywhere! Soon Summanus noticed rats have started to visit his cell. The first rat came with a crumb of something unidentifiable. Then came another and another! The rats placed each piece together and soon it became clear what they had carried. Sure the obvious thing was bread and that was indeed there but so were other things. There was also fruit, nuts, cheese, and even meat! This both surprised and confused Summanus. More was at work here.

"Hello, dear boy!" Ezra called to Summanus. "I'm sorry for the rather rude awakening! But besides the manner of waking, I'm sure you're quite pleased to be awake to see our friends deliver this feast!" He smiled. Summanus looked over to see the rather cheerful Wolf. "Why is this happening? What's causing the rats to behave like this?" He decided to ask the Wolf. "Why that would be the wonderful work of one Jivanta." Ezra turns his head next door. "Why don't you introduce yourself to our fellow inmate?" Ezra asked. Sitting very stilly was a medium-sized Wolf with a fluffy brown coat and a yellow underbelly. He opened his eyes, exiting a trance-like state. He then looked over to Summanus. "Oh of course! My name is Chaim. I'm the one who asked the rats if they could help to bring us some food." He spoke.

"So, what they say about the Jivanta is true? Your Pack can communicate with other animals?" Summanus probed. "Absolutely!" Chaim responded enthusiastically. "I can't really imagine a rat having anything interesting to say," Summanus spoke as he looked towards the rats continuing to gather the food into his cell. "Oh, not true! Rats, just like any other creature, have a whole wealth of things to speak about! Every animal has some unique personality or behavior to them!" Some of the rats run up to Chaim and offer him food straight from their paws. Chaim smiles as he politely takes the food from them. "They can teach a Wolf a lot if they're receptive of course," Chaim says as he eyes Summanus from his cell.

"Not sure of what use a rat's knowledge is in this instance. We're still prisoners here." Summanus conjects. "I have to disagree with you once more my friend. A rat's knowledge is especially invaluable to a prisoner. After all, who else knows better the ins and outs of a prison than the rats that live hidden within its very walls?" Chaim poses. Summanus perks up. "You don't mean to tell you actually plan to use these rats to-," Summanus is suddenly caught off, "Escape? Yes." Chaim answers him. "I and Ezra have been planning this for a while. We just missed one key factor." Chaim looks to Ezra. "Protection," Ezra spoke. "While we could make our escape there was never any guarantee our lives will be protected during this endeavor. While I have some skill with my Element, neither I nor Chaim are warriors. I'm a diplomat and he's a trader." Ezra says as Summanus listens. "So? Are you expecting me to guard your lives? I can't even protect my head from a bowl of bad stew." He emphasizes this by pointing his snout at the overturned bowl of stew. "What makes you believe protecting your lives will be any easier?" He questions.

"Why do you think the rats are bringing us food? To help us restore our connection to the Prana." Chaim begins. "Prana does more than just power our Elemental abilities, it replenishes us spiritually and physically. Some packs have used this ability to its fullest such as the Aven. Yet, they are not the only Pack to practice the art of healing! I am a Jivanta, not only can my Prana allow me to communicate with unenlightened creatures, but it can also enrich the Pranas of other Wolves. In other words, I will use my restored Prana to boost your Prana's natural healing ability. It may not be as swift as the Prana-rich medicines of the Aven but it will work faster than a three-day rest would!" Chaim claims with enthusiasm. "Still that doesn't mean the process wouldn't be greatly expedited if you were to eat as well." Ezra chimes in. "After all a more restored connection on your end will help to alleviate some of Chaim's efforts." "In fact, it might make it more effective!" Chaim quickly adds. Both of the Wolves look to Summanus. Summanus wasn't sure about this escape plan of theirs. It sounded like the plan is heavily dependent on the information-gathering skills of rodents. Not exactly an encouraging thought. While Summanus does feel bad for their wrongful imprisonments, he, however, is unconvinced of the fact that he doesn't deserve this. A lifetime of killing other Wolves and for what? Mostly for profit, but also, out of desire. For better or for worse, Summanus had the desire to kill.

It may be the very nature of Wolves to kill, and yet; he sees these Wolves who, despite their naturalistic instinct to kill, instead choose to prioritize the preservation of life. Even when it would be more convenient to kill those that stand in your way. They would even be justified since they are escaping wrongful internment! Yet their carefully veiled words communicated one thing to Summanus. These two can't bring themselves to kill their captors and tormentors! Summanus can smell the scent of pacifism reeking from them both! It reminded him of the scent of the Kita Pack. Even when their entire Pack was robbed of their freedom the desire to kill was not present in any of them! This scent has haunted Summanus ever since that day, the day he quit the Yellow Demons and left behind the world of mercenaries. His life has never been the same since! He has encountered even more Wolves who bear the scent of pacifism, those who desire peace and harmony above all else! How can any Wolf hold on to such desires during a time when there is nothing but war and chaos? By all accounts, these Wolves shouldn't have survived for as long as they did, but that's when it hit him. Not only was the scent of pacifism present but so too was a familiar scent, resolve. Pacifism doesn't mean passivity. These Wolves understand it does take action to achieve this end but how they choose to go about it is so, foreign to him.

Every achievement made in Wolfkind has been made with bloodshed. From the early days of territorial competition to the formation of the Great Packs to the War of Claws, and now this Great War. Do they expect their new world to be made in the absence of it? No, perhaps not. They are asking him to kill for them when it comes down to it. It's nothing new for Summanus but can he bring himself to do it even for a 'good' cause? "I'm not sure you'll want me to be your protector. You have noble, honest, and dignified scents. I...have the scent of a killer. Wolves like me end up in places like this, even in a fair and just society. You deserve freedom, but I don't." Summanus spoke. This was strange for him. He never opens up about such personal thoughts of doubt and self-worth. He wasn't sure but this kind of scent makes them trustworthy in his eyes. Perhaps their crazy scheme might work after all. What troubles him the most, is the thought of successfully avoiding his due fate. "I don't believe that," Ezra spoke up. "I believe a Wolf is his present, not his past! What you've done before doesn't affect who you are right now, or what you're going to do right now! Not unless you allow it!" Ezra rebukes.

Summanus suddenly growls as he shouts, "Easy words for you to say! You haven't killed hundreds of Wolves as I have!" Ezra stands to his feet and shouts back, "No! But I have been involved in the making of decisions that indirectly led to the deaths of countless Wolves! Do you think I'm going to allow my participation in that fact to prevent me from doing what we both know is right?! What would be wrong is knowing what the right decision is and choosing not to make it!" Ezra's words radiated throughout Summanus's being. Is it true? Would his decision not to aid them be just as bad as killing them himself? While he is through with being used as an instrument of death, would his death become the instrument that leads to the deaths of many others? Summanus's mind became dizzied with such thoughts. Summanus did not know the answer at this time but one thing did occur to him. He decided to eat. Summanus quickly looked to the assemblage of bits and pieces that formed a meal and then began to devour it. Ezra and Chaim smiled as they saw Summanus eat. While Summanus is unsure if he deserves to live he at least understands that they do. If he can help save their lives then he should at least try and if he dies trying then at least he'll die without regrets. "Hold on everyone," Summanus thinks about Blue and then the others, "Don't throw away your lives for mine just yet." He then looks towards Ezra and Chaim as they eat before returning to his own meal, "If I make it out of this alive then, maybe...I too deserve to live?"