<sup>The slender gray frame let loose a scream as teeth sunk deep into her skull. She cried out in agony as blood slipped down her small neck and back. It drained down the open maw of her captor, his eyes gone red with blood lust and rage. The others could smell the adrenaline coursing through his blood. His wicked nature come to true turn. He snarled and snapped the weak females throat. Tossing her lithe frame to the others that stood behind him, they fell upon her. Half alive, she watched the wolves she had led through hardship, hunts, seasons of love and pain, human warfare and there own, began to eat away at what was left of her. She knew it was not them though. She had long ago seen the sanity fade from there gaze, but it was not enough for her young son. Gaining the oh so wonderful genetics of her killer, the progeny met his sire head on.

Blood flew, his father already weakened by his tangle with his protective mother, fell back. But the young pup had not near the experience Xruin had. The beast pushed forward into his son, forcing him onto his hind legs. The two were a site to see. No one had ever met Xruin's impressive size and bulk, until Roxis. Fueled by pain, rage, and betrayal, he lunged his jaws for his father's throat, far too eager to taste his blood. The experienced male took the hit, but far off mark. He sunk his teeth into his eye sockets and skull, ripping at the flesh. Rox fell back, screaming as he was blinded by blood. Instinct took over for him though, and he launched forward. Taking his fathers exposed belly, he tore flesh from bone. Spilled his organs, still pulsating with life onto the dirt. Mangling the brute, he stood there, encircled by blood. The pack moved in slowly, true fear in there gaze at the site of there fallen leader, but far too hungry to let his death go to waste.

Shock broke through. The heap that lay half buried in ashes pushed himself up onto his feet. The ghost of his father still haunted him to this day. Staring out into the open and decayed landscape, he snarled and snapped angrily. Weary from reliving the vivid nightmare, he let his haunches collapse beneath him. Pressing his paws firmly, he let his gaze wonder. He saw nothing, but a few shivering shadows. He knew them by the whisper they made with the wind. Thin tree limbs, rustling and dancing together. The rattle of there voices was easily recognizable. The scent of the past fires reached him then, and it cleared the scent of his mother's blood from his nose. How he despised the days he relived her sacrifice. She should of let his father take him, at least she would live to guard his sister another day. Now, he would never even find her again.

Struggling to fight the memories back, he closed his near useless eyes. He concentrated on other things. He had no happy memories to try and reflect on. No innocent days of pup hood play. His days were spent hiding beneath his frail mother's frame. Her body eating itself to produce enough milk for her two surviving offspring. Feeling the soil beneath his paws, he concentrated on the ground. He could feel its silent whispers. He began to walk, carefully listening to what every sound meant and what ever feeling told him to do. He avoided the sharp stones that littered the ground, and waded through ashes carefully. He could hear the mangled trees around him shivering in their naked and barren forms, and he followed there words. Scenting the wind carefully, being certain that no other would sneak up onto him. His unease often sent him into fits of rage, before he asked what a newcomer wanted.


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muse ; nothing right now!
thoughts ; woo! still geting used to Roxis' dark personality. :3</sup>