A Tale Of Two Tails

Chapter 3: The Creation of a Knife

On a pitch black night, as the moon reached its peak, a mother wolf with sky blue eyes, a howled voice, with the name Kira, and silver fur so light that it was almost white and a father wolf with blue eyes so dark that they were almost black, a rough voice, dark grey fur, and the name Foalkan stood together atop a mountain. They were separate from the rest of the pack due to the fact that Kira was expecting her pups tonight. They went to the sacred birthing place of the wolves, atop the mountain where their pups will call the pack through their very first skhallhad which were the howls that they sounded the pack in the dead of night. Kira felt a great pain in her stomach and fell down to her side. As she lay there, she knew that her pups were coming. She didn't struggle, scream, or howl even though she felt gargantuous pain. Both her and her husband closed their eyes and sent a prayer to their wolf ancestors. May my pups come as strong as the mountain beneath me, as smart as the owls that fly through the wind, and as swift as the flowing river that splits our island. Hail the wolves of our past, present, and future. Both Kira and Foalkan thought. And once they opened their eyes, they saw a beautiful litter of three pups as black as the night sky above them, two pups as silvery-white as their mother, and one pup as dark grey as her father. Three perfect sons and three perfect daughters. They smiled happily at their litter of pups until they spotted the runt. He was three fourths the size of his brothers and sisters, and he wasn't grey, black, or even white. He was orange. As orange as the tigers that they often visited and hunted with. He also had stripes, but instead of them being black, they were silvery-grey, the fur of future alfas. Kira and Foalkan knew the rule of the pack, "No defects, no weakness, no interbreds." And, although this was their own pup, they had to kill him. With his eyes and ears shut and defenseless against his parents, his father prepared to lunge for his neck. A quick and painless death for his son. But, as he stared at his son's silky fur and shaking body, he started to feel bad for him and instead of going for his neck, Foalkan went for his son's ear. As he ripped it off a bloodcurdling yelp came from the pup as his eyes were forced open to see the snarling face of his mother and the sadly angry face of his father with a small orange and grey striped ear in front of him. He could feel a wetness at the top of his head and was overwhelmed with pain. But it wasn't anything that he could see or feel that astonished him, it was the sounds. The chirping of the crickets and the screeching of the owls. He was mesmerized. He stood there just listing until his mother, who's name he did not know, lunged at him and scratched his left eye. Everything on his left side went black instantly and he was one again overwhelmed with pain. But, this time instead of getting distracted from it, it caused him to go into a frenzy. He lunged at his mother and began tearing the flesh near her flank and trying to move up to her neck. Before he got there though, his father, who's name he also didn't know, tore him away from the female wolf and threw him to the side. His front, right leg slammed against a rock sticking out of the mountain. He heard a terrifying crack and he fell to the ground. His front, right leg had been snapped in half. A small bit of the bone was sticking out of it and he couldn't walk on it. But instead of giving up, he used his other paws to raise himself up and began sprinting, again, towards his mother. Kira began to speak as her son ran towards her, "You're a strong one. And your teeth," she winced at the pain in her flank, "Your teeth are sharp. I guess we can call you Blade. Not that you'll survive to hear it said once more." She positioned herself to smack him back on the ground and finish him off, but it was too late. Blade jumped for her neck and clamped on as hard as possible. He tore through her surgofogus and killed her instantly. Once she fell to the ground and he released her neck, he turned to face his father. Blade was exceptionally fast for his age and he leapt for his father. First he was on his back, tearing off bits of Foalkan's flesh. Blade slowly moved up his back, tearing tissue as he went, he tore through his father's neck but before his father died, Blade ripped off his ear and gorged out his left eye. Foalkan fell to the cold stone of the mountain. Blade looked at his mother and father, who were oozing blood from their wounds. He stood atop his muscle torn father and howled to the sky in his very first skhallhad and announced the death of his parents by his claws and fangs to the rest of the pack. And, as he howled, stars lit up the previously starless night. It looked as if fireworks were being shot up into the sky to congratulate his victory. Blade? I like it. May this world know that I am Blade. And anyone who threatens me will learn why I was named a knife. And he strutted down the mountain, off into the darkness of the forest.