Well... okey dokey then XD
This is what i have so far in reguards to a story/history XD :
The smell of burnt trees and ashes drifted along on the breeze that wafted through the burnt lands. Trees collapsed under their own weight, unable to obtain their sturdiness after being devastatingly scorched by the wild fire that ripped through the once luscious and green landscape. The charred remains of many creatures’ skeletons lay about here and there. Once they had lived, they had tried to escape the enraged flames that overcame the will of the forest. Faint embers still ascended into the smoke-filled air, like little fireflies drifting into the night air.
Laying beneath a fallen tree, that had been stopped from reaching the ground by the rocky wall of the small mountain, was a wolf. With a pelt as black as coal, some-what brindled with a dark red running down his back. Large, demonic wings sprouted from his shoulders and spread out across the ground. A tear of glistening, red blood trickled down his cheek. Lying between his ash-covered paws lye a small figure, curled in a ball and set in place by the furious flames. A single wolf puppy, barely a week old, killed by the thing that it had no knowledge of. The older wolf curled his long, red tipped tail around himself, whipping up the ashes that lay on the ground and causing them to drift into the air.
“Your soul is lost… What have I done… This fire of mine… Was on the run… It's savage blaze… Slaughtering one and all… I wish it hadn't started… While I was too far to hear your call… My only child… So young and frail… I did this to you… With my blazing veil… My life goes on… But it will not be tomorrow… That my heavy heart… Is relieved of my sorrow” He said in a quiet tone as he gently placed the deceased wolf puppy onto the ground. The wolf stood up, a cloud of ash wafted into the air with the upwards motion. He folded his wings against his side and briefly looked at the frail corpse of the dead puppy. Another glistening tear of blood trickled down his cheek as he turned away and began to leave.
The wolf kept his head low, his tail drooped and the tip of it was dragging through the ashes on the ground. The crack of another branch emitted through the area. Followed by the sound of a tree losing its fight against gravity and falling to the earth where it shall lay forever until nothing remained of its charred body. The wolf stood on the skull of a deceased raccoon, it smashed to pieces beneath his weight. “This… was not meant to happen… It is against law to kill those who are innocent with the element of which is possessed… I should have trained more under the guidance of the alphas… if I had… this would never have had happened…” he whispered to himself.
A tornado of raging flames and up-drifting ashes appeared in front of him. The wolf pressed his ears back against his head and motioned his tail between his legs. The figures of four wolves appeared from the flames, the high alphas. A she-wolf with a coat of grey, marked with patterns that looked like blue water across her forehead and down her back, a brown wolf with dark green markings, depicting earth and nature, a red tinged brown wolf, with markings of flames in orange and a light grey she-wolf with darker grey markings depicting the movement of air. “Devastation!” bellowed the voice of the fire alpha after he had observed the area. “I say it is karma!” said the alpha of the wind, “If he had trained this would never have happened!” she added. “Punishment is in order!” growled the alpha of earth as he pounded his paw onto the ground.
The wolf had fear in his deep brown eyes; he knew the punishment was not going to be a quick and easily forgotten one. He dropped to the ground and whimpered at the thought of what was going to happen to him. Rapidly he was engulfed in flames and teleported to the grand hall where the alphas took refuge. The wolf tucked his head against his chest in fear, his punishment was not going to be simple. The alpha of fire stepped forward and stood before the frightened wolf, “You will be punished! You will no longer go by your previous name! Sorrow is your new calling! As your first punishment… your eyes will be turned black by the venom of the Delanoa Viper… you will not go blind but you will not be recognised by your kin… if any still live! Secondly to prevent you from speaking of what you have done… your mouth will be sewn shut with the thread harvested from the wiry, unbreakable hairs of the Hell hound; you will no longer need to eat or drink for you will never grow hungry or famished…Lastly… you will be shackled with chains made of dragon scale… unbreakable and at first heavy!” the fire alpha said.
It took the rest of the day and the whole duration of night for the punishments to be carried out. Sorrow’s eyes were turned black; by the venom of the Delanoa Viper, his mouth had been sewn shut with the unbreakable thread harvested from the Hell hound and lastly he was shackled with the dragon scale chains. Once the sun had risen, Sorrow lay on the ground, his muzzle bloodied from his mouth being sewn shut; his legs weak from having been made to stand up all through the night as the chains were fitted. He whimpered quietly and curled into a ball, hiding his ashamed face with his large demonic wings. He was approached by the four alphas and teleported back to land… a foreign land of which, Sorrow had never stepped foot. He revealed his face and squinted at the bright light. Once his eyes had adjusted to the light he stood up, his eyes darted around in their sockets as he tried to figure out where he was. He stumbled backwards, tripping on his chains and tumbling to the ground. A muffled whine was all he could manage as he slowly got to his feet once again.
Sorrow positioned his chains so that he was able to walk without having them trip him over. His legs were shaky as he strained to lift even a single paw with the added weight from the dragon scale chains. Sorrow continuously turned his head, observing everything that was in sight, the slightest of movement made him nervous. A rabbit darted past him, making him stumble and trip on his own chains once again. “This is going to take some time to get use to” he thought as he breathed out deeply through his nose. Sorrow gradually got to his feet again and shook off the dust and ash that remained on his black pelt from the day before. “Well… at least I can be guaranteed that nobody would want to approach me and befriend me… not in the state I’m in now… that saves me being embarrassed at least” he thought as he carefully and slowly began to walk once again. He held his head low and his tail drooped, he was ashamed of what he looked like; and hoped nobody was able to see him…
