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Posted 2024-11-29 19:18:25 (edited)
πΈπππ π―ππππππππ G1, T3, Patches Pointed, Melanism Carrier studLore β₯ Dreadfang came to the pack lands like a shadow born from fire. His black and red coat burned like smoldering coals in the dying light, his every movement exuding arrogance and menace. He did not approach with humility or a plea for refugeβhe strode into the heart of Turtle Dove's territory with the air of a conqueror, his piercing eyes promising chaos to any who dared oppose him. Turtle Dove, ever vigilant and wise, saw through him instantly. A wolf of noble heart and boundless compassion, she had led her pack through years of peace and prosperity, but she knew that peace was not the absence of dangerβit was the strength to face it. And in Dreadfang, she saw danger unlike any she had faced before. "You will find no welcome here, rogue," she said, her voice steady but firm as she stood before him. "I see the hunger in your eyes, the poison in your soul. You seek power, not family. Leave, and do not return." But Dreadfang only laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent shivers through the gathered wolves. "You think your righteousness can protect you, Turtle Dove? Your pack is soft, blinded by your feeble ideals. They deserve a leader who will show them what true strength means." Despite Turtle Dove's warning, Dreadfang did not leave. He lingered at the edges of the pack's territory, his presence a dark cloud over their peaceful days. He hunted boldly, defying Turtle Dove's authority, and began whispering to those on the fringes of the packβthe discontented, the ambitious, the easily swayed. His promises of power and glory were a temptation to some, and his fiery charisma began to corrode the unity Turtle Dove had worked so hard to build. The final confrontation came under a blood-red moon. Turtle Dove, determined to rid her pack of this growing threat, met Dreadfang at the heart of their sacred gathering ground. Her wolves surrounded them, their loyalty unshaken despite Dreadfang's poisonous words. She stood tall, her spotted coat glowing in the moonlight, her eyes resolute. "This ends now, Dreadfang. I will not allow you to corrupt what we have built." Dreadfang's lips curled into a smirk, his arrogance blazing as brightly as the fiery streaks that licked across his body. "You are a fool, Dove. Strength is the only law of the wild, and tonight, I will prove it." The fight was brutal and unforgiving. Turtle Dove's strength lay in her experience and her deep connection to her pack, but Dreadfang was relentless, a storm of claws and fire. He fought not just to win, but to destroy, and though Turtle Dove's heart was fierce, she could not match his unyielding savagery. When the battle ended, Turtle Dove lay still beneath the crimson light, her noble spirit extinguished. Dreadfang stood over her, his dark figure wreathed in smoke and embers, and declared himself the new leader. "The age of weakness has ended," he growled, his voice echoing through the silent clearing. "Follow me, or fall like her." The pack, bound by fear and grief, bowed their heads. Though many despised him, they had no choice but to submit. Under Dreadfang's rule, the pack became something darker, their howls no longer a song of unity but a warning to all who dared cross their path. Yet even as he reveled in his power, Dreadfang could not extinguish the quiet memory of Turtle Dove. Her name became a whisper among the pack, a glimmer of light in the shadows he cast over them. And though he thought himself invincible, the wolves who still remembered her knew that one day, the light she represented would rise again. Turtle Dove: link link T3 Fox Base 10x Markings Rhudd eyes Lusxnei skin & claws Umbral Nose Generation 1 Mela Carrier 
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