Name: Katniss
Story:
Remembrance -
I was a pup then. Nothing more than a foolish, young pup with a taste for adventure that got me into trouble. Father said I was always a stubborn beauty. He said that my imagination was way too wild, that everything I had seen was nothing more or less than a creation of my imagination. I didn't believe this. After all, I was me. A foolish young pup with a taste for adventure that got me into trouble. But I remember. I remember the day that the Kronador came in attempt to take my life, but took much more.
It was a gloomy day, with clouds a gray that gave off an ominous feel that sent a shudder through your back. I like days like this. Unlike my brother Fren, who was the type of wolf that thought the positive way, that the cup was half full, not half empty. I wished I could think like him, but I just couldn't. It wasn't in my nature. Well, it wasn't in my nature to think things over either. It was always act first, think later with me. A little ripple effect of that was my stubbornness. I was always right, no matter what. My brother tolerated it. “You know, you might be beautiful, and I'll admit that because you’re my sis, but your stubbornness won't help you get a mate!” He warned me that day, but I just laughed it off. “I’m not beautiful, Fren, I'm just me. Plus, being stubborn is part of who I am! “I replied defiantly, raising my head a little high, and my fur puffing up a bit to emphasize what I had just said.
“See?” He said with a sigh, rolling his eyes like I was hopeless, which in his intelligent, active mind, I probably was. But I just laughed, and ran around joyfully. In my running around, I had unconsciously stridden closer to the forest than I was supposed to. “Katniss! No! Mother and Father specifically expressed not to go near the forest! “He scorned, but I just ignored him, and in all my curiosity, cautiously, slowly, padded towards the bushes, which where a shade of blue, like the grass was, with striking tints of green.” Katnissss! “He whimpered, but followed after me. We delved deeper into the forest, all the while hearing Fren complain about how we shouldn't be here. “Oh please, it's not like a Kronador is going to pop out of the bushes.” I told him, padding along bravely and rolling my eyes like he was acting like a fool.
In truth? I had been scared to the core. I wanted to run and hide behind Father and Mother. But what could go wrong? I found myself turning around, and narrowing my brown eyes at my brother, " They say that in this part of the forest, however, a whole group of the Pack's Hunters where ripped apart by a Kronador! They say it's twice as big as the normal male Kronador. With large, ferocious teeth, scars all over its body, and amber eyes with snake-like slits that with a look, can make you give into its mighty presence! “I barked giving my best creepy smile.
Poor Fren, I must have scared him out of his mind, for his hackles raised, and his ears and tail went straight down. Except, afterward, he started growling. Fren never had growled at me. Well, once, but because I stole his food. He forgave me afterward though. But then I understood why. I felt my small, fragile body go limp as it was thrown against a tree, the breath knocked out of my lungs. Somehow, however, I managed to stay conscious, and watched as the Kronador circled Fren, ready to snap his neck with his ferocious teeth. His body was covered in scars and his eyes… they were amber with snake-like slits. Father emerged in a split second, digging his large canines into the Kronador’s scaly skin, and crimson colored the grass. I ran to my brother’s side, limping most of the short way there. “F-Fren! “ I whimpered. My dear brother, with his dark colored fur tinted brown in some places and white in others and even blue. His eyes where green, emerald green with golden flecks, like Mother’s.
He lay there, crimson now painted on his fur around his nape as he breathed rapidly, and I knew those where the last breaths he’d ever take. In the distance, I could hear a howl as Father was tossed aside easily by the Kronador, and Mother joined the battle, and within a few minutes, her fur was colored crimson too. In only a few minutes time, I had watched my whole family fight for their lives, and now slowly die, all because of my foolish choice to wander into the forest. Isn’t that just neat?
Now I truly felt like I was in danger of crying. I had only cried twice before in my short lifetime. Once when I was chasing a cricket, my hopes high that I would catch it this time for sure, however, I failed again, tripping over my long, clumsy legs. “Why must I be so horrible at hunting!?” I had cried out, frustrated, and sad. Then tears over flooded my eyes, and strolled down the fur around my eyes. Father had discovered me sitting there, crying, and sat beside me, and looked at the stars. “Katniss, you know what you are? “ He had asked me, his voice as brave and strong with such a beautiful melody that made you want to smile. “I’m a Warrior of Isket. Brother told me. He said we are strong, brave wolves that wear amazing shining armor and fight and protect our pack and territory because we’re prideful. That we fight the Kronadors, and have an ongoing war with them because they’re big and mean and scary.” I explained as best as I could with my small, limited vocabulary. My Father laughed a big, hearty, truthful laugh. “Yes, your brother Fren is a very intelligent one. You are a Warrior of Isket. Remember that, Katniss. Be prideful of that fact. And remember…”
“Warriors of Isket don’t cry.” I heard my brother mutter. I opened my eyes, and the tears stopped strolling down my fur. This is the second time I’ve cried. “That’s what Father said no?” He started coughing up blood, and it slightly trickled on my coat, but I didn’t care. These where the last moments I would have with my brother, and his death, and the ones of my parents that where soon to follow, where my entire fault. “Shh, Fren, don’t speak brother. “ I said with a whimper, forcing the words out of my throat. My brother just smiled. “Dear sister of mine, you always had that honorable, shy characteristic hidden inside you, and that’s why I always loved you. Not because you were beautiful, or strong, or just because you’re my sister… But because you’re honorable. An honorable Wolf of Isket. Do not forget that fact.” Those where the last words my dear Fren uttered, for afterwards, the life spirit flowed out of him, and all he was, was a limp, cold, dead body that once contained the soul of my brother. I would’ve cried, but the tears didn’t come. All I could do was look around to see my Mother limping towards my Father’s body, which was as limp as Fren’s. The Kronador was dead. Victory was that of the wolves, but oh how it came with a price. My Mother lay down next to my Father, and closed her eyes, and with a peaceful sigh, fell into a deep sleep into which I knew she’d never awaken from.
In a few minutes, I had watched my whole family die because of my foolish adventurous personality. But I lived. I found my way back to the pack’s camp, and told them of what happened. We buried the dead, and howled a farewell that evening. Yes, I might have been nothing more but a mere pup, but this made me strong. I learned a valuable thing that day. No, that would be a lie. I learned so many valuable things that day, and because of that, I’m strong now. I continue my training to become an official member of the pack and earn my armor. However, the pack says that I couldn’t have possibly remembered all those happenings, being so young at the time, I do. I do. And it’s made me, like Fren said I was, into an honorable wolf.
No. Not an honorable wolf. An honorable Warrior of Isket.
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Revenge-
After my parents’ death, and that of my dear brother, Fren, I was trained and raised by a wolf called Niame. She was very caring, and kind, but also protective, and quite scary when she wanted to be, and for a young pup of only around 7 months, I was very quiet scared. “Um, Niame, can I sleep now? I’ve been romping around in this wooden armor all day! My paw pads are already worn out!” I complained in a whimper, my eyes large, and my face giving that puppy-look that won almost anyone over.
Well, except Niame. She was puppy-faced resistant. “Well, what’ll happen if another Kronador comes after you, eh? Your whole family was already killed by one, no? So why are you so certain you aren’t being watched by one this very minute?” she would respond, and that always shut me up. By the end of that spring, my claws whereas razor sharp as knives. My body’s muscles had memorized every attack move and my teeth matched the sharpness of any Kronador, so it would easily pierce their scaly skin. I was made into a Kronador killing machine within months, but apparently Niame believed a whole different story
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“You’re still weak.” She would state disappointedly, shaking her head. I would make a ridiculous, shocked face like this whole training thing at my age was crazy. “You couldn’t even kill a newborn Kronador!” She added that day to her usual statement, and instead of my usual shocked face, I growled defiantly, “So could! I could even bring down a young adult Kronador!” My fur puffing up just a bit more and head raised confidently to emphasize my statement. “Your stubbornness doesn’t help either! I’d choose that rare shy side of you any day! Now where did THAT side of you go? Eh?” Her comment made me only the more aggravated.
“Fine! I’ll bring you back the head of the Kronador, and you’ll be eating your words!” I wasn’t about to take any more of this. I wasn’t that innocent, foolish pup I was back then when I let Fren and my parents die. In my frustration and aggravation I ran out, only to hear Niame howling “No, Katniss! Seriously! You can’t! You’ll die!” But I wasn’t about to listen. I was me. Though I liked to believe I had changed, don’t we all, in spirit, stay the same? Well, I was still that foolish young pup with the taste for adventure that made my day, but ended that of others.
“Whatever!” I called behind me, and ran into the forest. It was like a stream of memories at first. Me walking this same path I had months back, which now seemed like years in my mind. Like it had all occurred an eternity ago. The day when I lost all that was dear to me. When I encountered my first Kronador. When I witnessed the death of three wolves. All those memories flooded back to me, and though I could’ve been young back then, I still remember. I do.
That’s when the Kronador attacked me, pinning me down with its razor claws. It had all occurred in a blink of an eye. The strength it had, the horrible scars that covered its skin, the snake-like slits and its amber eyes… “You…” Was all I could manage, and even being so near to death as this hissing creature. For it was that same Kronador that had murdered my Fren and parents. Oh how I would enjoy this sweet, sweet revenge.
I bit the Kronador’s neck, sinking my teeth into its vulnerable nape, and crimson splattering and dotting my coat. This time I did not fear the red. I welcomed it, like a friend. This Kronador had not died, apparently, even after my parents’ lives where taken and that of my brother’s. But this time it will. It shall all end here. I flinged it’s body with difficulty, unlike when it through my body, that day long ago, against the tree. I remembered that pain as the breath had been knocked out of my lungs. This time, it was the Kronador’s turn. I laughed as it struggled to get up. After all, it was pretty old. “Now I’ll get my revenge, you pathetic being!”
Those last seconds where all a blur. The Kronador had lunged back at me, and in shock, I had stood there frozen as its teeth pierced my skin, my eyes wide with pure shock as adrenaline flowed through my body. Was I to join my parents? My brother? Then, like that times so long ago, a hero came to my rescue. Niame’s claws pushed the Kronador off me, and soon, they were tearing at each other’s flesh, as if to see who would give in first. And that’s exactly what it was. Only one would make it out alive, if not, none. It was a battle to the death, and once again, it was my entire fault.
I couldn’t stand by to watch this all over again. I wanted to run so bad. But my legs wouldn’t move, and my vocal cords weren’t working. They couldn’t possibly be able to call for help. Niame was going to die, like my parents and brother, and it would all be my fault. ‘That shy side of you is why I always loved you. Not because you were beautiful, or adventurous, or just because your my sis. … But because you’re honorable. An honorable Warrior of Isket.’
In that mash up of feelings that single voice stood out and every other little thing was pushed to the side, defeated without mercy by that single longing to defeat. I would kill this Kronador and get revenge at last. Tragically, these thoughts occurred to me a bit too late, and I was witness to Niame’s death as the Kronador tore at her throat, crimson standing out in contrast with the blue vegetation growing everywhere the eyes could see.
I wanted to cry. To yell. To scream. To howl. Just to stop this. Why must my destiny be spun with endless tragedies and sadness? I didn’t know. I just wanted to stop it. So I did. I lunged at the Kronador, knocking it off Niame, and receiving an angry hiss in return as it easily got up back on its legs. But I had no patience for this creature today. It was going to whatever afterlife there was awaiting such a being with such a dark soul. I did what I should have done a long time ago. I killed it. Ending its life with the strength and strategy Niame, who was now dying, had taught me.
Now it was me with the coat splattered with crimson red, but not my own. No. It was a far more pure crimson, sweeter too, with the sweet taste of revenge. The Kronador’s body went limp, and I threw it carelessly to the side, and ran to Niame’s side. Why? Why must it all be repeated like this? Tears overflowed my eyes, flowing like a stream in random directions down my cheeks. “N-Niame, you’ll be ok!” I whimpered, my shy, frantic personality taking over and replacing all the fury and courage I had been withholding within me up till now. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t. I refused to.
“Katniss, listen to me.” She whimpered with a hush tone. “You’re a brave, young warrior, unlike any I’ve trained yet. I’m so proud that I got the honor to train and teach you, and even more… to raise you up like my own daughter. I’ll probably die soon, I know, and I accept that fact, but remember what your brother told you so long ago.” When she said the last statement, I stopped crying and raised my head, “What?! How do you know?” I barked my eyes wide with shock. “’Cause I’m the one who told your parents that you were under attack by a Kronador… I’m also the one who let your brother and your parents die when I could’ve interfered. I could’ve called for more helped too… But I just watched.” She said, looking away from me, her turquoise eyes shining, showing that she was near tears.
“I forgive you.” I said in a small voice, and I witnessed as Niame smiled, for the first time since I’ve been living with her. Then she let her head fall, and her body went limp. Like Fren’s and Mother’s and Father’s before her. Except this time I didn’t cry. I smiled. “Goodbye, Niame. Thank you.”
I didn’t find the pack, but buried her myself, next to Fren, Mother and Father’s graves. It was a worthy place to be buried after all, a few feet away from the edge of a cliff, a blue-green grass flowing peacefully along with the breeze, and flowers growing in a nearby meadow. I picked flowers and left it upon their graves. With a sad sigh, I sat in front of Fren’s grave. It felt like I was seeing him one more time, before I never came back to this place again.
And I began to tell the story of my journey once again, from the moment his soul faded away to the afterlife. The painstaking training, the argument with Niame, and lastly, the final battle with the Kronador that ended his life. All the while smiling, as I told the tale. It was like going back in time, like though the truth hurt, it was a kind of acceptance of it.
“So thank you. Fren…Mother… Father…Niame. You’ve all taught me so much that even words couldn’t be crafted to make it justice, and imagination isn’t enough to worship all its glory. Thank you for the pain, the laughter, the sorrow. Thank you for making me stronger. Thank you for helping me realize that I’m an amazing wolf, even though sometimes I don’t notice it. But most of all… Thank you for helping me through it all, even if not in physical form, but in spirit. For supporting me when I fall. Thank you.”
With that, I took my leave, and like this journey had started, it ended, as I disappeared into the brush of the forest’s thick vegetation, the scent of the flowers which I had left behind in the dead’s grave surrounding me like an invisible shield of all which I have been through.
What is a WoI?
WoI stands for
" Warrior of Isket "
They are large hybrid wolves that come in diffent varieties of colors, patterns, and personalities. They live in the land of Isket where they fight the murderous Kronadors in an attempt to bring peace to the land.
What are the colors of Isket?
The vegetation is mostly a blue, and the streams flow a clear, perfect white, and the moutains are a redish color.
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
A wooden, training armor. Once they are old and experianced enough, they'll make the dangerous treck to try to earn their own armor.
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