Keep in mind about this Story. Remind you this is a begginers story. I'm not saying if you will truly enjoy nor will you hate it. I hope you are somewhat pleased. I will try to improve in later stories.
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Through the rain of the clouds that poured onto the wolf's fur only seemed like how he was being mocked. A low whimper was let out as the paws were trudged through the slimy substance that lay across the floor. No green was to be seen, almost seeming as if no green was going to be around ever again. The moon let its little shine onto the wolf seeming that the moon was the only one there that was possible to turn to. There couldn't be a howl at this time, what could it be thinking? Howling in the worst scenario of the angry sky cracking its wips down onto the floor like an Alpha. The gray puffs of cotton only going with it, like a beta. The true form of an omega walked across the land. An open cave was present as the wolf gave as much energy of what was left of it. Each paw that trudged through the muddy depression only gave relief. He was feet away.
He let his paw onto the clean, dry pieces of hard land that became floor for the cave, he crawled in and fell tired and exhausted, not being able to move almost as if he was paralyzed. He couldn't speak nor could he turn to who he trusted the most of his whole life. He turned his head towards the light and calm ball of rock and whimpered silently. He lost faith. His low drooped furry ball with ears lay onto the hard, but cool gray rock that seemed to give a perfect feeling somehow. The question that would ring through his somewhat pup was short and simple, "Why be born?" He question multiple times as his vision began to get blurry, almost as if his final stage has come. It wasn't time yet, his eyes turned black as he fell into a deep rest. Rest little wolf, you need it. His sleep lead his curious "pup" mind to a dreamy unresting nightmare. It was gonna happen again.
His dream was gonna bring back what happened. He was only half asleep when he realized it, but he couldn't fix it. It seemed like he was put in chains as his pack tortured him to what they wanted. He could hear a voice. "Goodnight, sleep tight, cause we are gonna show you again." He whimpered as he then went to it again as he slowly forgot that he was even dreaming.
Hours before he walked on his own, he was with his pack. Each wolf had their specialty, Alpha was the perfect one, he could kill you in a heart beat if you dared to look at him. Beta would beat you up as they copied what the Alpha did. Well, we have Deltas of course, we had an Alpha, Beta, and one Omega. Of course.... it was me. I'm Flame, but of course, I was questioned of such a name. I didn't deserve it. I was nothing. I'd walk around as my skinny, soft but somehow rough tail stayed stiff lowly between my legs. I wasn't ashamed. I was an Omega after all. I got here cause I couldn't kill a rabbit. Its nice to be the weaker wolf. I walker around the forest with my ears laying softly against my light brown head. My paws walked through the soft dirt as the green cash grew across the floor. I looked around as I spotted a rabbit. The rabbit took a quick glance at me before hopping to its hole in fear I was somewhat a higher level. I ran to it as I then layed down onto my skinny stomach, I haven't ate yet but didn't plan to make him my meal either. I stuck my snout in as I could see him perfectly inside. Cuddled against the soft cool dirt as he looked at me, fear and sorrow filled his eyes. His stomach quickly filled and deflated like a balloon. He thought he was gonna die.
I let a soft bark looking back automatically. I thought it was a pup. Who am I kidding? I realized it was me again. I then stuck my head inside as small pieces of dirt came tumbling down. "Little Rabbit, I won't hurt you." I looked at him in the eyes as I took a little sniff at him. I could smell the mixture of old dirt, and almost a sniff of meat on his fur. He must have been through something. I grew hungry as I recognized the smell of meat, who wouldn't. I whimpered lowly as I went back up. I couldn't do such a thing. I turned around before finding myself on the ground pinned on my side. I didn't jump cause it was too quick. I turned my head to find the strongest beta, he was known as King. What a name. He wasn't as strong as alpha, but was still somehow far from weak. His fur was covered in blood stains. His snout had a tiny scratch which he took as a trophy. It was a scratch from a fox. Nothing to brag about. He looked down at me as he let out a furious and threatening bark. "Leetle Wolfie! You can't hunt! Go back to momma and feed off of her!" He laughed and let out a howl. There was no way I could survive now. He showed his sharp teeth. They looked endless by how sharp they were. He took a bite at me as if I were his weak prey. I let out a loud whimper, only attracting more attention. I tried to get up but only was brought down by another. Soon another, and another. I couldn't even tell if they were alive anymore. They stepped all over me as if I was the dirt their feet stepped on. They bit me like I was a rabbit. But through all this, all I could do is cry.
I woke up eventually. I blinked in sorrow as I pushed myself up following with a clip of loud whimpering. I was cut up like I was lifeless. I was bit up and beaten to death. As if I wasn't dead already. I limped away noticing that the rabbit was peeking out like a curious little child. His ears were high in curiosity. I turned as I noticed a form of sorrow in his eyes. He truly felt bad and hopped in front. I snarled at him in anger and turned around as I kept walking. He didn't do anything. Not even flinch. Was I really that weak? Was I so weak I couldn't intimidate by my looks either? Perhaps even my figure? If, only if I could show I am something. I let the thoughts sweep by my head like nothing. Who am I kidding? I don't have a chance. I'm weak as weak goes and I need to accept that. I whimpered slightly as I walked towards the pack. I didn't dare to make eye contact.
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