Seeing if there is any interest in my writing :)

Hello! I will be editing this in the future with a blurb of my writing style. This will either become a roleplay reference point, a thread for others to request my script, or even a mini series, if the topic at hand gets any attention. Which I doubt, but hey!

Someone suggested I start taking commissions, so DM me to talk about it! My price isn't set.

[ 11/10/2020 Edit ] 

"How dare you?!" 

Three words that could halt an entire frenzy, it seemed.

Agony was a concept under constant debate. Yet when it came to the war of words, it was under unusual ties of which doubted it's definition. Instead of disputing that it existed, many could be seen arguing over the fact of what aspect was worse- Mental or physical. 

The survivors of terrors throughout the world would gladly mention their physical pain in favor of an argument. Yet the survivors of emotional agony had much more to back their claims, as the loss of something or someone was in it's own a death of your very soul. It ripped through memory and sense, demolishing one's hope and resolve as if flame consuming oxygen. Greedily, hungrily, embers left behind ready to spark once more if more air was let into the situation. The scars of emotional agony lasted eons compared to that of a physical wound, striking swiftly.

A lone canine, separated from the battered bodies around her. Blood splattered her honey pelt, chest heaving with each gulp of air. It was clear that the she-heathen had been considerably damaged, both in the presence in the past. Fresh and scar tissue alike littered her body, yet it was her glowing yellow eyes that caught attention. The brawl beauty looked on to another as if the she-wolf had just taken her reason for living.

Yet as you looked closer, you could confirm that is indeed what happened. None of the bleed from wounds bothered the canine, no, but instead the body at her paws. If Rasha knew of the ongoing debate between agony, she would of agreed with the emotional side of things. For right now, it was not the physical pain that struck her, that threatened to kill her very soul.

No, it was the pup laid carelessly at her front, eyes still wide with it's last moments of terror.

Rapid steps backwards, the bloodied beauty that was Alpha Hera seemed to falter. It was the perfect plot, killing the Heir of her enemy. The blood on her paws, though, seemed to eat away at her very existence, giving way to the multitude of voices of those in her mind. They proceeded to drown themselves into silence as the stoic Alpha took a step closer.

"You murderer!" The snarl was clear through the silent canines. At once all eyes were on Hera, even that of her own pack.

All seemed to of reflected pure hatred.

Icy gaze searching, Hera found the ebony orbs she had learned to find comfort, assurance. As her brute of a mate stepped forward from the crowd, hope blossomed in the pits of her stomach. The flowers unfurled, seeming to spout from her being in bouts of exploding passion. The broad flung herself forward a decent amount of paces, expecting the soft embrace of her love.

The sharp, cold keratin dug into her skin, the wolf jolted backwards. Crimson trickling down onto her maw, Hera looked on in shock. A growl snapped her from her state, her gaze locked onto the male at her front. Denim pelt ruffled with the wind, the male was furious.

"You dare raise a claw to a child? An innocent child? Would you do the same to our litter, Hera?" The words struck ice cold horror into her heart. He questioned her pack loyalty? Her loyalty to himself and his offspring? She shook her head.

"Your words are foolish, Carin. You know I would never-" The brute cut her off.

"I knew," He corrected, then second guessing himself and continuing. "I thought you would never. Yet you do this? Our victory is not worth the life of an innocent!"

Not able to stop herself, the mistress replied snappily. "Any life is worth the home of our future pack!"

The male turned on his heel, a terrifying roar escaping his chest. "That pup could of been our future pack! Yet you kill it in cold blood?!" Before she was able to respond, the brute had padded to the enemy's side. The soft embrace that she had longed for seemed to be placed in Rasha's grasp, further infuriating Hera.

[ 11/14/2020 Edit ] 

Outraged, the she-wolf let out a bark. "You comfort that lowlife instead of me, Carin?! I did this for us! For the pack! For-"

Soft whisper, as if all hope had left him, the male looked to her, interrupting. "You did this for yourself. And now I leave the self that killed a child." Though it was hard to hear and brief, the statement shattered Hera's entire being.

She had been raised on this. Anything for the pack. Any life for the pack. Yet now, her pack entirely turned away, padding up to their foes and offering support. Tears stung among the she-wolf's crystal eyes as she understood what was going on.

Her pack was leaving her.

For a moment, the canine did not recognize the shaky voice that left her lips. "You.. You leave me? B-But the paw pact- You swore by the blood of your being that you'd stay with me-"

Much to her horror, her mate took no hesitation in raising his paw to his lips, fangs easily sliding through the soft skin. Wolves around watched as crimson dropped onto the ground, only adding to the existing stains. Ambling forward, the male put his bleeding paw upon the body of Rasha's pup. As the Alpha heaved a sob for her lost child, Carin spoke out confidently.

"I swear by the blood of my being to the fact that I will not shelter a murderer. The killer of an innocent. I swear I will not be with a interfectorem puer. Any of those who wish to swear the same, stand with me before the skies. If you wish to follow this.. heathen-" Though his ebony eyes betrayed no emotion, the canine's heart cracked. "Then you may leave these lands with her."

[ 11/15/2020 Edit ]

"No.." The quiet whimper filled with agony, Hera shook her head, seeing none of her friends nor family came to stand with her. "I am not interfectorem puer! I would never-"

"Then why did you?" Carin snarled lightly. "If you did not want to be branded a pup killer, then why did you kill a pup?"

The wolves that came to gather around him nodded. As the beauty stood on her own, tears rolling, Rasha shook her head. "I thank you all.."

I believe commenting is allowed on this forum (please excuse me if it's not--)

I just wanted to say this is a lovely late-night read for me! I love the detail, depth, and passion behind these typed up words. It really channels through~

I say keep up the great work!

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Commenting is allowed, yeah! I'm glad you like it! I've been debating continuing it, so this comment is encouraging!

I'm glad! I think the idea of coming into a new world during the moment of a murder scene is very interesting, to say the least.

Also, how Hera believed she was doing good by killing the pup and her own mate turning away from her is a very relatable situation for me, and I believe I can speak for others, too.

I can't wait to see what you come up with next!!

Thank you again!

No problem!

Editing again! I'm so glad this is getting attention, thanks to those that are subscribed! I'm tryna figure out prices for commissions.