User blog:Tonkonesekitty/Charactor Histories.

Hey Creators! I recently have been requested by Mist about Siberia's story, and i thought a blog about my charactors would be interesting to try out! And believe me, i've got alot O-o

Anyways, without further words, here is Siberia's story:

Once upon a time, there was a grand pack called The Pack of Red Eyes. This pack was the most feared pack for centuries. They ate, slept, and trained each day. They were a cannibalistic pack and swore their enemies as food for their young. The alpha of this pack was Athigo. Athigo had a mate (the second one, since his first one died of madness) named Rose. She was mute, but she was stunningly beautiful. Rose's original mate had been exiled by Athigo, so that Athigo could have Rose for himself. Little did Athigo know, Rose was already pregnant with her mate's pups.

Many months passed, when the pack attacked a nearby pack called The Pack of Liquid Rock. These wolves lived in a volcano, and it was a harsh battle. Rose suddenly went into labor and had her pups in a ring of fire. Blood and sweat matted her pure white fur. She gave birth to three pups, but she could only carry two home. She carried the two largest, healthiest pups to their camp, while the third smallest runt stayed behind in the bloody ashes. Hours had passed, when Athigo was leading his troops victoriously home. He gave a howl, but stumbled upon something. He sniffed the pup and found his mate's scent. He became angry and carried the inoccent pup home. After raging at Rose, he commanded that the other pups be killed. Usually, as ritualy, only one pup out of a litter would become the alpha offspring while the others would be sacrificed; this was proven by a game of survival. These pups were too young to prove themselves worthy, so they were burned in a fire before Rose. She wore the skulls of the lost pups around her neck (as was accustomed for the alpha pup to wear) til her only pup was worthy of wearing it herself.

It was two years later, when (the still unnamed) pup was hunting. She would find a sacrificed animal to give to the dark spirits in her cerimony that evening. She came across a healthy elk and was dragging it home. She was, at this point, completely white. After the cerimony, her true colors would form. She was a beautiful young wolf, and many males had already claimed her as their own. She was a killer; she was darkness itself. In her youth, she had killed the other wolves in her training, she had smiled at their gagging and begs for mercy. She was a demon, it seemed.

When she returned to camp, she saw the ritual was being formed. In the clearing, a ring of hot fiery coals were lined in front of the alphas. Drums beat with their demonic rythm, and she gracefully walked to the center. The fire didnt catch on her fur; she was as cold as ice. The fumes of the ritual's oils spread to her head and she had a vision from the dark spirits. Her future flashed before her eyes: power, leadership, and blood. She was soon awaken by gasps around her. Her tail had shortened, her fur had turned blue, her fore paws were crippled and burning, her hair turned spiky and red, but worst of all, she was blind! This was a disgrace to the pack, and she was exiled. She found herself wandering, painfully, around the territories. She was ready to die and her black heart was shaking. Life was hopeless. She awaited her promising death....



I know, its a long story, so im stopping it here for now. If you want me to continue, please comment! =D

Ciao!