Rouge Styxx

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The wind, snow, and ice tormented the land when she was born. As if an omen, the moment she came into the world a bolt of lightning struck the cavern her mother labored in. Far, dark in the shadows, He stood. The deity simply watched as the prophecy foretold by the Fates came to light.

A small grin caressed His lips as He watched the wiggling new borns. He didn't know what exactly would happen, but He did know this pup would seek His favor. Once more, He would have His hunts again. For now, He would simply watch and bide His time.

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'Today is the day... Father Says it's important since I'll earn my name.' The pup thought, a tick of her tail showing just that. Detest grew against her facial features as she thought about her future. This pack was not her home even if she was supposed to lead it. Her father had shown his cruelty long ago. The little pup once idolized him as an Alpha, but after she heard of his deeds, she grew to hate him. Her father had no idea of her thoughts of him and she would make sure to keep it that way.

Her ears pricked when she heard pawsteps, turning to the gaze of her mother. The scarlet and white she-wolf trotted up to the young wolf, lolling her tongue over her ear delicately. The pup scoffed and rubbed the ear that had been violated, earning a scowl from her mother. She didn't despise her mother like that of her father, but she did dislike the fact her mother did nothing to stop his wrong doings. Getting to her feet, the young wolf stretched before shaking her pelt, dust particles entering the air as she did.

"It's time," her mother spoke gently, but the pup already knew. Each step forward was rigid and apprehensive, her eyes glued to a spot in front of her. Every member of their pack was gathered, but her eyes were stuck to a certain member. The dog pelted male was watching her as well, a sorrowful look upon his visage. He always seemed to be depressed, but that was of no surprise. Her father had caused him a pain greater than most. Thinking about it caused a small growl to build in her throat, but she pushed it down. Soon she wouldn't have to deal with this any longer.

Her father stood proudly atop of one of the many crevices of the mountain as his daughter made her way to him. She avoided his gaze as much as possibly when she came to stand beside him, her eyes now on the members of this pack. Her gaze drifted between each member, a weeping sorrow seeping into her own heart. Another painful memory caused by her father. The murder of her brother, all due to a permanent limp from birth. She hadn't even realized he had started talking until she felt the bump of his shoulder. She had to focus now.

"You've come a long way," her father began. "I've raised in our ways as much as I was able, and now it is time for your name. Step forward and let us see your name."

She did as told, stepping forward in front of their shaman who began looking at the young wolf. Before anything could be said, the clouds darkened, creatures became silent as the wind began to pick up speed. The pups eyes searched the sky for a moment, red streaks of light breaking from the clouds like wounds. A horrid screech turned howl played, a horrifying melody. Most of the pack members were cowering, but the shaman only looked to the young wolf in front of her. Her next words were only for the young wolf to hear.

"He has chosen you." The young wolf was confused and looked once more to the clouds, a dark facade now appearing within the darkness. It had the head of a deer, it's antlers pointing in every direction. The body was that of a wolf, it's paws were bone, no flesh or fur. But as soon as she saw it, the creature disappeared and all was calm once more. Panting, the young wolf glanced at her father who was whispering to the shaman. They both quieted and soon again came to stand, her father's voice addressing the pack.

"Do not panic, this was just a sign that our troubles may soon come to pass with my daughter receiving her name. Let us all welcome, Rouge Styxx, the next leader of the Mystic Veil."

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"I'm leaving," Rouge turned to the husky pelted wolf in time to see his smile quickly turn to a frown. Their conversation drug on, but something was different. Instead of Rouge being in her body, it was as if she were floating above herself and the other wolf.

This was a memory. The memory of the day Rouge had finally had enough and taken her leave over six months ago. She watched the past event with a somber smile. Frost was the only wolf she truly missed from her old family, and yet, he was not her blood. Driving the thought from her mind, Rouge went back to watching. Her eyes drifted across the scene until they met another set. Were they eyes? She didn't know, but she could of sworn she saw them blink. They seemed to answer her question when they once again closed and then reopened. They were a deathly shade of blue, almost like all oxygen had been sucked away from them.

"Ná eagla orm, mac tíre óg." A voice, dark and unearthly, chimed within the shadows of the redwood. Rouge did not understand the language spoken, and yet she knew the creature was asking her to not fear it. But how was she supposed to trust something such as this. Her ears lowered and turned in a sign of distrust, uncertainty plaguing her thoughts.