Snarling arose deep in the lonesome forest. Mazaska was standing in the heart of the woods surrounded by echoing growls from an unknown creature.
"Come out, now!" Mazaska shouted, making an effort to hide her nervousness. "Y-you can't hide f-forever!" The snarling from the creature became louder. Slowly, a dark figure stepped out from the fog. Its eyes where blood-shot red and its fur was filthy. Mazaska's eyes widen with fear and her body froze.
"I've been observing the Packs..." the creature said in a scratchy voice. Mazaska looked at the stranger with confusion and disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words where stuck in her throat.
"I've been trapped in this forest for too long..." the figure said. A deep scar was marked across his eye along with other deep scars embed on his skeletal body. "now it's time for me to redeem myself. Evil is coming and this time, the Packs will be destroyed."
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"Wake up!" growled Zayev. He then bit Mazaska on the scruff and hauled her out of the cave.
"What are you doing?" howled Mazaska frantically. "We have to warn the Packs that evil is coming!" Zayev instantly let go of her and stared at her with a puzzled look. He then shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Dawnfall wolves really are crazy, aren't they?" he muttered softly.
"I'm not crazy! You have to believe me, I had a dream--"
"Only Shamans have dreams, not low life wolves like you!" Zayev snarled. Mazaska lifted up her paw to rake her claws across Zayev's face until she looked up at the sky. The clouds where painted dark red, like the color of blood. Zayev looked up at Mazaska's gaze and he too was astonished and uneasy.
"It must be an omen from the Spirits..." breathed out Zayev.
"I saw someone in my vision." began Mayzaska, "I didn't quite see him, but he had a deep scar across his face. He said that evil was coming and that this time, the Packs would be destroyed." Zayev's eyes showed a flash of fear. He backed away slowly, his mouth quivering. He then took off and sprinted to the forest, with Mayzaska following him.
"What's wrong with you? I was trying to tell you about the vision!" she howled as she dodged pieces of branches.
"Leave me alone, your vision is a lie!" he fixed his eyes ahead, attempting to outrun Mazaska as she jumped over obstacles.
"You have to listen to more or else the Packs will be in danger. We may not even have the Packs anymore!" Zayev glanced back and began to slow down.
"Thank goodness... I thought you would never slow down." she mumbled, her chest heaving.
"I didn't want to tell you this." Mazaska looked up at Zayev. "I thought it was a myth. They said that I was descended from him, but I didn't want to believe them."
"Do you mean you're..."
"Yes, I'm a descendant of Abaddon. The wolf who almost brought chaos and destruction of all Four Packs."
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"Wake up!" growled Zayev. He then bit Mazaska on the scruff and hauled her out of the cave.
"What are you doing?" howled Mazaska frantically. "We have to warn the Packs that evil is coming!" Zayev instantly let go of her and stared at her with a puzzled look. He then shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Dawnfall wolves really are crazy, aren't they?" he muttered softly.
"I'm not crazy! You have to believe me, I had a dream--"
"Only Shamans have dreams, not low life wolves like you!" Zayev snarled. Mazaska lifted up her paw to rake her claws across Zayev's face until she looked up at the sky. The clouds where painted dark red, like the color of blood. Zayev looked up at Mazaska's gaze and he too was astonished and uneasy.
"It must be an omen from the Spirits..." breathed out Zayev.
"I saw someone in my vision." began Mayzaska, "I didn't quite see him, but he had a deep scar across his face. He said that evil was coming and that this time, the Packs would be destroyed." Zayev's eyes showed a flash of fear. He backed away slowly, his mouth quivering. He then took off and sprinted to the forest, with Mayzaska following him.
"What's wrong with you? I was trying to tell you about the vision!" she howled as she dodged pieces of branches.
"Leave me alone, your vision is a lie!" he fixed his eyes ahead, attempting to outrun Mazaska as she jumped over obstacles.
"You have to listen to more or else the Packs will be in danger. We may not even have the Packs anymore!" Zayev glanced back and began to slow down.
"Thank goodness... I thought you would never slow down." she mumbled, her chest heaving.
"I didn't want to tell you this." Mazaska looked up at Zayev. "I thought it was a myth. They said that I was descended from him, but I didn't want to believe them."
"Do you mean you're..."
"Yes, I'm a descendant of Abaddon. The wolf who almost brought chaos and destruction of all Four Packs."
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