Yin-Yang-Wolf

    Noctra's Point of View   Mockingbird ended up dragging me off the mutt.   "Let me back at her," I snarled. "Lemme...! Lemme just... just rip her spine out! Just one bone! Oh, let me tear out her jugular!"   "ENOUGH! She's down, and the pack wants her alive!" Mockingbird roars in my face. I force myself to calm down, and the violet fires from my forehead to my rump turn back to my normal "mohawk" of violet fur. My "wraps" become "legwarmers" again, and my pupils become visible. I become normal again.   Y'see, there's a reason Mockingbird is leader... she's got more connections, and she keeps her head a little better than I do. Beca

   I hear the pack in the background, gathering. There are snarls and yelps and howls and barks, all the sounds of mayhem and lust for revenge. I smirk and flex my claws as I myself lust for the ripping of flesh.   Already, I can hear the pack growing closer. They're faster than I thought- like a shadow fleeing from light. I chuckle a bit at the thought.   Suddenly, there they are. Leading them is a light gray female with black limbs and "points"; just behind her appears to be Crow in some sort of mask and a creature that I recognize from Hell- a cousin to the Hellhound, a Shadowmutt. Only this one has a mouth, and I can tell it's just ja

   "'Daughter of Soulless', my butt," Crow laughed from the outside of the bars keeping me in the den. "Any descendant of a god could get away from here, or anywhere here on Earth. If what you said WAS true, I don't blame the Underworld God. You're pathetic."   "And you are just as bad, you wretch," I growl back at him, "too cowardly to throw an insult in front of my place. You throw them from the bars, like a... a..."   "Hah, you haven't any word for it. Stupid beast," Crow sneers.   I lunge for the bars and manage to swipe his cheek with my claws. He yelps and jumps back, then goes right to the bars and starts up a furious frenzy of b

   "Wake up, you cur."    I groan. Once again, I had very little sleep, and my head throbs from my fight. My shoulder is stiff from the wounds it took, and my throat is dry.    "I said, wake up! Get up! Stupid idiot..." My brother leaps across the room and sinks his fangs into my neck. Not hard enough to kill me, but enough to just break the skin and cause some bleeding. I yelp and leap to my feet.    "That's more like it," he says smugly. "Father's waiting for you. Smolder is already up there as well."    Wincing as I step down, I follow my brother upstairs, wonde

   "Umph!" I grunt as I land face-first into a pile of dirt. Staggering to my feet, I shake off and look around. It's awfully hot, and it seems where I landed is the only patch of real dirt; the rest is just... sand. Cacti ten to twenty feet tall are scattered about, and hills of sand roll gently across the landscape like dry waves.   A strong wind kicks up and blows sand into my eyes. I yelp in surprise. It stings! And now I can't see! I know that this is not the place for any wolf to survive, so I stagger blindly forward, sand filling my nose and throat, and my breath starts to sound raspy.   After about an hour of blind travel, I notic

   "WHO THE HELL IS THERE!?" I snarl. "SHOW YOURSELF!"   The bushes stop rustling... but I can tell something is still there. There's a weird humming in my ears, and it's really ticking me off. I can't concentrate as well as I'd like to--   FWOOSH! The thing from the brush leaps out, a blur of whites and blues. In an instant I'm pinned, and a she-wolf has her face hovering above mine, her teeth bared in a fierce snarl and her eyes narrowed.   "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing, sheltering on my pack's territory and taking its food??"   "I didn't know anyone lived here, nonetheless that the forest could be owned," I snarl

   Luna takes me down some random, winding path. At first, I can't see it, so I don't even know we're following one. But soon, I look down and notice that the ground is a little smoother and more trampled than the ground around us. Then I pick up a scent: like darkness and pine trees and blood, all mixed together. This must be Luna's pack.   Soon we pass into a clearing. There's wolves everywhere! A brown wolf that reminds me of a cat for some reason stares at us as we walk past; a few other wolves glare suspiciously at me as I pad silently behind Luna. I get the feeling that I'm not going to be very welcome if I stay.   A black wolf cove

   Something jabs me in the shoulder. Hard. I groan and roll onto my side. "Whuddayawant...?" I mumble.   A dark, cruel voice wrenches me awake. "Wake up, thief. It's trial time."   Wait... trial!? Oh, yeah... I did take that deer. It was on their territory... Luna didn't seem to mind after I explained, but who knows what the rest of her pack thought when she mentioned it? I stagger to my feet. Tiredness is dragging at me, but I shake it off as I crawl back out into the crisp morning air. The wolf that woke me up, a big gray-brown brute, grunts and jerks his head, indicating that I should follow him as he heads for a different cave, set a