Carnage

Became lead at level 17, 692 stats [5/16/24]
Level 18, 729st [5/16/24]
Level 19, 783st [5/19/24]
Names for offspring:


Phantom
Revenant

The rays of the rising sun snake through the jungle, light refracting off from the blood-washed trees. The ground, painted mahogany, is strewn with the corpses of canines. A lone figure stands among the serpentine roots of a kapok tree, their fur dappled with shadows. A wolf is present beside them, his face blank and unreadable under the skull of a fallen warrior.

The first wolf shifts and light illuminates their face. Their sharp eyes, one white and the other black are reminiscent of a bird of prey's, picking apart the scene before them, searching for any stubborn signs of life. They drift for a while, coolly tracing the features of each body. Once satisfied, their demeanor changes, their attention deviating from the slaughter to their companion.

"The Ravens," Their words are quiet, yet spoken with an unyielding deliberation, "have they been gathered?"
Their companion curtly nods, and for a while they say nothing.

Once again, their gaze returns to the massacre before them.

"Does it bother you, Aeldiet? To see canids you once knew be crushed underneath us?" When their question, devoid of empathy, invokes no response from the ancient wolf, they turn toward their companion, a storm of calm anger brewing in the distance.

"I've seen many die," Aeldiet replies curtly. "It does not phase me."

The wolf considers this for a moment. After determining it to be a tolerable response, they continue, "Return to your pack. Tell them that our path is cleared." They pause again, briefly wandering within the confines of their mind.

"A new dawn is coming, Aeldiet, and no one will stand in my way. I will lead this pack beyond the limitations set by Skittles!'s pacifism. There's no room for peace, not here." They gesture around at the jungle encompassing them.

Aeldiet gives no response to their proclamation, seemingly indifferent to the young alpha's words.

"What will they know you as?" Aeldiet asks.

The wolf hesitates, the first break in their demeanor, an instance of uncertainty.

"What do you think I am? What do you think I bring to the pack?" They reply, rigid. A note of defiance rings in their voice. Glory, strength, honor, are some of the words that come to their mind.

Aeldiet takes a step forward, his head held high and his shoulders squared. He's larger than the younger wolf and would pose a threat in a fight, but has no desire to lead. Aware of this, his companion holds his gaze.

"Carnage."

The alpha barks a short, bitter laugh.

"Very well then. Carnage."