Without mask/transparent
Lyssa is a goddess associated with uncontrolled rage
Username: Avisowl
Jealousy, envy...it's actually a funny thing. I had always been the second best, nobody loved me....not even as a pup. It was always my sister who was given the attention and affection.
The wolves bowed around me, I stood at the base of the ledge. My claws dug into the ground. I watched my older sister be crowned with the ruby red bull. The elder fixed his gaze on me and then back on my sister. She bowed as she stepped forward to the edge of the rock. The Arabian Wolves around the stone howled in encouragement and congratulations. A sparrow took wing watching the ceremony as well as a curious rabbit peeking out of a hole. My eyes slit, my jaws wet at the rim with slobber. The hunters, seekers,
fighters walked up to congratulate the newly found Royal. Even the omega gave my sister a lick of good luck. I ambled off blood hot in my veins.
The night had come upon us, I was curled up in the hunter's den. Small clouds shadowed our territory, the smell of incoming rain hit my nose. I stood, my hydra veins were pulsing. I carefully slipped out of the cave and towards the strong scent of pride. I stalked into the Alpha's den, the crown was off to the side as my sister lay sleeping in her grass nest. I leaped upon her striking the air out of her chest. She couldn't speak, her eyes bulged with fear. I stabbed my claws through her thick fur and hydra vein. Water and the rouge blood mixed together on the stone floor. The gold in her nostrils and eyes faded along with her paws. I hovered over the ruby red bull and took the crown. I was powerful, I was the alpha for a small second. Mania filled my head as I slid the golden headpiece on.
My nostrils flared with a gold shimmer, my eyes glowed, and my paws shimmered. That's when I heard quick breathing, and I scented fear. The small scruffy omega was staring at me, ready to howl to the entire pack of the threat. I felt something run through me, anger and pain. I picked up my sister and ran. My paws barely touched the ground, and I felt the wind lift my fur. I was running at an unearthly speed. My paws finally sunk into the hot sand of a desert and I stopped running. Tears pooled in my eyes, I have committed a deed I could never recover from. I tried to tear the crown off my head but it wouldn't leave me. This terror, this anger, and this pain will never leave me.
ART
