Name:
Eshe
Gender:
Female
Age:
13
Tribe:
Hakari
Rank:
Healer
Personality:
Eshe is a naturalist.
She lives in the Hakari pack because she strongly agrees with their peaceful nature however her loyalty is reserved for that one reason. Fighting has always been against her nature, being a born healer she has felt this way her whole life. She started life with a knack for finding injured little animals and nursing them back to health and she was relatively good at it for having no training. This is due to her love for nature and everything in it; especially the herbs and foliage that surrounded her home. She loved to experiment with different things and see what came of the concoction of different plants.
A mad scientist.
Unfortunately, as her parents soon learned, she has a morbid curiosity and disregard for others when it comes to these creations. She would capture small injured animals and test her plant mixtures on them to see what would happen; in many cases her theories were correct and the animals eventually healed and she set them free, but every once in a while the mixture would be a toxin and would kill the injured creature. The unnerving part was that she often autopsied the dead body to see what had gone wrong and did it all with little emotion other than pure curiosity.
A mediator.
Her curiosity didn't stop there however. It extended to anything and everything- but mainly the Yami wolves.
She would hear of fights between the two packs and all she could think about was what made the two pack so different? Because of this she was never fully able to connect to her own pack just because she wondered if life in the Yami pack was better. In the Hakari pack; Yami's were so looked down upon and even hated. She wondered if the strong feelings were felt in both packs or if it was just her own. In any case, Eshe grew to not hate the Yami's as the rest of her pack did and instead she wished to meet one some day. A fear of them was kept in the back of her mind for safety's sake but she would approach any Yami with caution- wishing to learn more about the mysterious dark side of the moon wolves.
A peacekeeper.
Despite her morbid flaws she still hates fighting and unnecessary death. Therefore she remains very peaceful with newcomers and any creature that is willing to remain peaceful. She dislikes hunting for herself and as a result is rather skinny for an Aurion wolf. But in the end she will step into any fight just to avoid injury of the contenders. In a way she runs herself out of a job, preventing injury so she doesn't have to heal it.
This behavior might be due to the fact that she is secretly afraid of death and if she fails to heal then she herself becomes the cause of death.
Flawed.
It is true Eshe has a severe hate for violence, so much so that she is willing to kill to prevent it. Ironic no? In some cases she goes into small frenzies and murders just to take out the pent up rage and depression she obtains from violence and death. During these frenzies she has been known to kill blindly, whether it be her own pack, prey, Yami wolves, or anything nearby. However, these frenzies are rare and are only triggered by major losses whether it be in battle, or a loss that she could have potentially prevented through healing. The attacks are usually short lived and can be calmed by others that she really cares about, unfortunately she can be rather secluded and those she cares about are very few and far in between.
Main Element:
Wind/air
Art of Your Wolf:
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether you are white or copper skinned
Features Alley96's entry; Aizi
Brief (or not) History:
Seeing as I was just a pup when this occurred, I don't remember every last detail. But, I know I will never fully forget what happened that day;
It was a normal, boring, day. My parents were off doing whatever it is adults do and I was left to entertain myself. This happened a lot so I had a pretty full arsenal when it came to boredom, so today I decided to do what I did best; explore and conquer. Well, not really, but I did like to explore and often times I found little creatures that I could examine for injuries and potentially heal. So off I went, into the more densely packed areas of the foliage that surrounded the den I lived in. I left soon after dawn- my family were always early risers- my little paws itched to get going so I wasted no time. With my little tail stuck straight up in the air, I ventured off to start my mischiefs for the day. My mind was way ahead of me as I anticipated all of the creatures I would find and what herbs and remedies I would use to fix their injuries; exsistant or nonexistant. I'd use a stick wrapped tightly in leaves with a little bit of tree sap so it would stay in place for broken bones, a little bit of chewed up flowers that I found near the pond closer to my den for scratches, and for missing limbs I'd use tree bark that I would chew bits and pieces off of to form it into the necessary limb. I was completely prepared for anything; or so my young mind thought.
As I was trotting along, searching under bushed for small animals I heard a noise. It sounded roughly like a growl but it didn't seem right, this growl wasn't a warning to any creature, whatever made this sound had little to no reason to create such noise but just to do it. I decided to investigate; maybe the creature was in trouble and I could help it.
I didn't know how wrong I was.
I followed where I thought the noise had come from; it moved me off the path I normally took and into the even deeper bush that I knew next to nothing of. My parents had always warned me of venturing into the unknown and how dangerous it was; but what was life without risks? And besides, I had to help whatever was making that terrible sound. And so I followed, ducking low to get under the thick leaf cover and squeezing through closely packed trees. Eventually, the area cleared out a bit and I was able to walk relatively normally again, although I still had to watch out for the odd snag that liked to grab at my paws. But by this point I had lost track of the noise, it faded away as I was focusing on making my way through the dense area. I kept moving though, my determination and curiosity demolishing any ounce of suspicion in my body.
Just as I was beg beginning to believe that the trees would never end, they suddenly broke apart and I entered a clearing. It was bathed in the light of the mid morning sun and completely empty save for a large pale rock in the center. Immediately I was filled with utter disappointment and I plopped down on the ground and let out a long drawn out and high pitch whine to release some of the sadness gnawing at my insides. Whatever the creature was, it was gone now, I had missed my chance.
However, nearing the end of my whine I heard a small noise; it sounded like a grunt, kind of like the noise my parents made whenever I whined that there was not enough food at supper. My ears perked and I was on alert once again. At this point I went into sneaky mode, keeping my body low to the ground and crawling along so I wouldn't scare away whatever was hiding behind this large rock and for a second I was glad the rock was there to conceal me from this creature. I came within two feet of the rock before I started to make my way around the natural structure, it felt like an eternity but apparently I was moving pretty fast as I managed to get tangled in my own paws and trip, falling face first into the dirt at the back paws of an adolescent wolf.
My eyes widened as I realized what I had stumbled across, this wolf was a little bit older than me; he was probably a teenager while I was more of a child. He was probably twice my size and much more muscular than any of the wolves I had met. Many wolves that I had met in my young years were more lean and meant for speed, this creature was definitely training for battle, but apparently his training had gone awry as he lay there in front of me in an unconscious state.
I quickly backed up to see if I had awakened the sleeping wolf, but he remained very still and gave no signs of consciousness. So, carefully, I moved around to get a better look at the animal. He was male, and adorned a dusty black coat that was riddled with specks of gray and white down his back. On his face he had a dull gold marking that ran down the side of his muzzle with tears of red stripes over the gold. On his chest he had the same gold that started just below his jaw bone and ran down like a waterfall, stopping just before his legs. At that point I stopped examining his markings though, it was then I noticed two very large holes in his side just behind his left leg. The fur around was matted, muddy, and stained a deep red, and blood still flowed lightly from the injury. At this point I knew I couldn't handle this alone, and I made the decision to fetch the healer of my pack, the Hakari wolves.
What I didn't know was that this wolf would have been better off in my care than in the 'care' of my pack.
But, just as I was about to turn and run back to where my pack dwelled, the wolf woke up with a start. "Who's there? Where's the... Who are you?" The wolf seemed bewildered for a moment, but as soon as he noticed me his lips curled back and his voice turned into a snarl.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that the wolf could have easily torn me in half despite his injuries, I remained calm and looked the wolf directly in the eye non threateningly and spoke, "It's ok, I'm a friend. I just found you and you are hurt very badly, I'm going to get help."
The black wolf narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion and maybe even fear but he was smart and knew it was his best bet to wait and get help, even if it came in the form as of a young pup. He nodded and I was off, I tore back through the dense area, leaping over obsticales rather than crawling under them. I made it back to the path in half the time it had taken me to get through it the first time and the run back to camp took even less time. I barreled into the center of the pack meeting place and frantically searched for where the healer might be. He was an old wolf and his hearing was going, so calling for the old man would not have done me any good but to bother the adults, so I attempted to sniff out his den instead. I searched for the scent of spices and herbs that I knew were commonly used to heal; and it was easy to find. I followed it to a rock surface that had a large chunk missing from it where the scents were coming from. I walked up to it and peeked in, finding nothing but the medicine I would come to one day learn. However a raspy voice grumbled from behind me, "Youngin, what do you think you are doing way out here? Shouldn't you be home? Where are your parents?"
"Healer!" I didn't know the names of most of the wolves in my pack at that point, I never really had the need, "I found an injured wolf out in the trees, can you help him? He has deep wounds on his side and he has lost a lot of blood, I don't think he can walk very well-"
"Woah, calm your yapper pup. What kind of wounds are they?" The healer leaned in closer, his breath smelled like rotten teeth and carcass.
"I don't know, it looks like he's been stabbed by something. It is a pair, both round and clean cuts. We have to hurry!" I had very little patience for adults.
"Don't tell me what to do! Stupid, disrespectful..." Apparently he didn't have much patience for pups either. "Just lead the way, I'll figure out what to do from there."
I didn't care that the old geiser probably couldn't run faster than a rabbit with a broken leg, I tore off just as I had done back at the clearing, I was almost on the other side of camp before he could even shout 'wait'.
I made it back to the injured wolf in very little time, I was panting pretty heavily at this point, but the rush of excitement was keeping me on my feet.
"I went and got help, they should be here soon," I managed to get out a full sentence between breaths.
The wolf didn't lift his head but he spoke, "You work fast for a pip squeak." I could tell he was exhausted and just holding on but he tried to seem strong, I wondered why he tried to seem brave when he was obviously in really bad shape.
I moved up closer to him so I could get a better look at his face, looking back at this age I can remember that he was a very handsome young wolf, healthy if it weren't for hid condition, and an adolescent, and one other odd thing; he adorned a single scar just above his nose.
He didn't deserve to die.
He looked up at me with his deep red eyes, it was odd and at the time I thought it was just the lighting but they seemed to give off a dim glow. At the same time, they swam with pain and as the seconds ticked the got just a little more cloudy. I had seen this before; this wolf was dieing. I lay there near his head just to keep him company while we waited for the old man to show. Eventually he did, cursing the bushes and trees the whole way there. He spoke angrily as he entered the clearing, "You can't just run off like that kid, now, where's this wolf you were telling me- oh no." The healer froze at the sight of the injured wolf lying next to me, and likewise, my patience stiffened with all the strength he had left in his body.
"Yami..."
"Hakari."
They spoke simultaneously and both voices dripped with hate, I had never heard such passionate hatred and it made my spine tingle and my hackles raise.
"Kid, you need to get out of here. I will take care of this scum." The old man narrowed his eyes at the black wolf, never moving to look at me as he spoke.
However, I didn't move, in all honesty I don't know if I was frozen with fear or if I was afraid of what was going to happen to my new friend but in any case I didn't move right away.
"You Hakari's think we are bad. You would kill a wolf while he was down? You are the scum!" The black wolf's hackles rose and he lifted his head off of his paws to face the healer with a snarl.
... Kill?
"You are on our territory, that it against law, you are just lucky I am the one who found you rather than Shiro, otherwise your death might not've been so pleasant." The healer calmly walked forward, nearing the black wolf with every step and never taking their eyes off of each other.
They came within a foot of each other and both froze, locked in a stare that seemed it would last eternity. I too was frozen and I was terrified, I knew the word kill although it had never been used against one of my own pack, it was always the hunters that killed for food, or the Yami wolves that killed our pack mates, but the Hakari wolves... They were too good to be true.
"Kid, you need to get out of here. Your kindess is appreciated but I don't think you understand the consequences of it. Thank you for allowing me to die with honor." The Yami wolf spoke under his breath and to me, but his eyes stayed on the old man who had now mustered an angry growl.
"But, I can help you. We just have to get away from the old man." I responded, hopeful as ever but knowing the inevitable.
The black wolf chuckled, "There's no help for me." For a split second he closed his eyes, and the healer leapt at him.
With stunning speed that I would once come to master as well, the black wolf was on his feet and had headbutted the old man under the jaw, sending him tumbling in a back flip and landing him on his side where he had leapt from.
I was in utter shock at the scene, still frozen like the pup I was.
He then turned to me as the healer struggled to his feet, "Thank you." And with those final words and soft eyes he lifted me by the scruff and tossed me into the dense bush behind him.
I was momentarily tangled in the foliage, branches wrapping around my legs, but with a quick jerk I fell with a thud that was echoed by a louder thud. Knowing I shouldn't but daring anyway, I turned back to see the old man in the jaws of the black wolf, on the ground and unmoving. Blood covered the both of them but mainly the black wolf's jaws and the healers throat.
I knew that vein even back then, and whenever I make a kill I still remember the black wolf who's name I never learned.
From what I learned from my parents hushed chatter that night, after I had run off, the black wolf made his way back to his place at the rock and collapsed there, soon dying from massive blood loss. His body was dropped just outside the border of the pack territory where the Yami's could find him while our healer was given the burial of a hero.
This was the day I learned I would become a healer as the healer was alive when they came across him, paralyzed and very near death, but alive enough for him to choke out his final words; "That kid. That pup with the tears of red. She is to become the new healer. Train her well, she has the heart of a true life giver."
I didn't know what that meant back then but I came to learn as I grew older. The healer died to protect his pack from a wolf that protected the life of another. The death of the initial is dishonorable, while the life of the latter remains alive in my soul to this day.
Thank you, Yami.
***I hope this is ok Apache, I kinda killed off your healer and my Aurion is blind to pack lines; I can try to change things if this is too out there but I would much much rather keep her as is. On a side note, she is by no means a traitor, she is just curious about the Yami wolves and feels no hatred towards them as she probably should. I hope you enjoyed my entry and I hope even more that I will get to join the pack ^^
**Good luck to everyone who entered!
***Her mask is the skull of a young Kudu
Eshe
Gender:
Female
Age:
13
Tribe:
Hakari
Rank:
Healer
Personality:
Eshe is a naturalist.
She lives in the Hakari pack because she strongly agrees with their peaceful nature however her loyalty is reserved for that one reason. Fighting has always been against her nature, being a born healer she has felt this way her whole life. She started life with a knack for finding injured little animals and nursing them back to health and she was relatively good at it for having no training. This is due to her love for nature and everything in it; especially the herbs and foliage that surrounded her home. She loved to experiment with different things and see what came of the concoction of different plants.
A mad scientist.
Unfortunately, as her parents soon learned, she has a morbid curiosity and disregard for others when it comes to these creations. She would capture small injured animals and test her plant mixtures on them to see what would happen; in many cases her theories were correct and the animals eventually healed and she set them free, but every once in a while the mixture would be a toxin and would kill the injured creature. The unnerving part was that she often autopsied the dead body to see what had gone wrong and did it all with little emotion other than pure curiosity.
A mediator.
Her curiosity didn't stop there however. It extended to anything and everything- but mainly the Yami wolves.
She would hear of fights between the two packs and all she could think about was what made the two pack so different? Because of this she was never fully able to connect to her own pack just because she wondered if life in the Yami pack was better. In the Hakari pack; Yami's were so looked down upon and even hated. She wondered if the strong feelings were felt in both packs or if it was just her own. In any case, Eshe grew to not hate the Yami's as the rest of her pack did and instead she wished to meet one some day. A fear of them was kept in the back of her mind for safety's sake but she would approach any Yami with caution- wishing to learn more about the mysterious dark side of the moon wolves.
A peacekeeper.
Despite her morbid flaws she still hates fighting and unnecessary death. Therefore she remains very peaceful with newcomers and any creature that is willing to remain peaceful. She dislikes hunting for herself and as a result is rather skinny for an Aurion wolf. But in the end she will step into any fight just to avoid injury of the contenders. In a way she runs herself out of a job, preventing injury so she doesn't have to heal it.
This behavior might be due to the fact that she is secretly afraid of death and if she fails to heal then she herself becomes the cause of death.
Flawed.
It is true Eshe has a severe hate for violence, so much so that she is willing to kill to prevent it. Ironic no? In some cases she goes into small frenzies and murders just to take out the pent up rage and depression she obtains from violence and death. During these frenzies she has been known to kill blindly, whether it be her own pack, prey, Yami wolves, or anything nearby. However, these frenzies are rare and are only triggered by major losses whether it be in battle, or a loss that she could have potentially prevented through healing. The attacks are usually short lived and can be calmed by others that she really cares about, unfortunately she can be rather secluded and those she cares about are very few and far in between.
Main Element:
Wind/air
Art of Your Wolf:
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether you are white or copper skinned
Features Alley96's entry; Aizi
Brief (or not) History:
Seeing as I was just a pup when this occurred, I don't remember every last detail. But, I know I will never fully forget what happened that day;
It was a normal, boring, day. My parents were off doing whatever it is adults do and I was left to entertain myself. This happened a lot so I had a pretty full arsenal when it came to boredom, so today I decided to do what I did best; explore and conquer. Well, not really, but I did like to explore and often times I found little creatures that I could examine for injuries and potentially heal. So off I went, into the more densely packed areas of the foliage that surrounded the den I lived in. I left soon after dawn- my family were always early risers- my little paws itched to get going so I wasted no time. With my little tail stuck straight up in the air, I ventured off to start my mischiefs for the day. My mind was way ahead of me as I anticipated all of the creatures I would find and what herbs and remedies I would use to fix their injuries; exsistant or nonexistant. I'd use a stick wrapped tightly in leaves with a little bit of tree sap so it would stay in place for broken bones, a little bit of chewed up flowers that I found near the pond closer to my den for scratches, and for missing limbs I'd use tree bark that I would chew bits and pieces off of to form it into the necessary limb. I was completely prepared for anything; or so my young mind thought.
As I was trotting along, searching under bushed for small animals I heard a noise. It sounded roughly like a growl but it didn't seem right, this growl wasn't a warning to any creature, whatever made this sound had little to no reason to create such noise but just to do it. I decided to investigate; maybe the creature was in trouble and I could help it.
I didn't know how wrong I was.
I followed where I thought the noise had come from; it moved me off the path I normally took and into the even deeper bush that I knew next to nothing of. My parents had always warned me of venturing into the unknown and how dangerous it was; but what was life without risks? And besides, I had to help whatever was making that terrible sound. And so I followed, ducking low to get under the thick leaf cover and squeezing through closely packed trees. Eventually, the area cleared out a bit and I was able to walk relatively normally again, although I still had to watch out for the odd snag that liked to grab at my paws. But by this point I had lost track of the noise, it faded away as I was focusing on making my way through the dense area. I kept moving though, my determination and curiosity demolishing any ounce of suspicion in my body.
Just as I was beg beginning to believe that the trees would never end, they suddenly broke apart and I entered a clearing. It was bathed in the light of the mid morning sun and completely empty save for a large pale rock in the center. Immediately I was filled with utter disappointment and I plopped down on the ground and let out a long drawn out and high pitch whine to release some of the sadness gnawing at my insides. Whatever the creature was, it was gone now, I had missed my chance.
However, nearing the end of my whine I heard a small noise; it sounded like a grunt, kind of like the noise my parents made whenever I whined that there was not enough food at supper. My ears perked and I was on alert once again. At this point I went into sneaky mode, keeping my body low to the ground and crawling along so I wouldn't scare away whatever was hiding behind this large rock and for a second I was glad the rock was there to conceal me from this creature. I came within two feet of the rock before I started to make my way around the natural structure, it felt like an eternity but apparently I was moving pretty fast as I managed to get tangled in my own paws and trip, falling face first into the dirt at the back paws of an adolescent wolf.
My eyes widened as I realized what I had stumbled across, this wolf was a little bit older than me; he was probably a teenager while I was more of a child. He was probably twice my size and much more muscular than any of the wolves I had met. Many wolves that I had met in my young years were more lean and meant for speed, this creature was definitely training for battle, but apparently his training had gone awry as he lay there in front of me in an unconscious state.
I quickly backed up to see if I had awakened the sleeping wolf, but he remained very still and gave no signs of consciousness. So, carefully, I moved around to get a better look at the animal. He was male, and adorned a dusty black coat that was riddled with specks of gray and white down his back. On his face he had a dull gold marking that ran down the side of his muzzle with tears of red stripes over the gold. On his chest he had the same gold that started just below his jaw bone and ran down like a waterfall, stopping just before his legs. At that point I stopped examining his markings though, it was then I noticed two very large holes in his side just behind his left leg. The fur around was matted, muddy, and stained a deep red, and blood still flowed lightly from the injury. At this point I knew I couldn't handle this alone, and I made the decision to fetch the healer of my pack, the Hakari wolves.
What I didn't know was that this wolf would have been better off in my care than in the 'care' of my pack.
But, just as I was about to turn and run back to where my pack dwelled, the wolf woke up with a start. "Who's there? Where's the... Who are you?" The wolf seemed bewildered for a moment, but as soon as he noticed me his lips curled back and his voice turned into a snarl.
Surprisingly, despite the fact that the wolf could have easily torn me in half despite his injuries, I remained calm and looked the wolf directly in the eye non threateningly and spoke, "It's ok, I'm a friend. I just found you and you are hurt very badly, I'm going to get help."
The black wolf narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion and maybe even fear but he was smart and knew it was his best bet to wait and get help, even if it came in the form as of a young pup. He nodded and I was off, I tore back through the dense area, leaping over obsticales rather than crawling under them. I made it back to the path in half the time it had taken me to get through it the first time and the run back to camp took even less time. I barreled into the center of the pack meeting place and frantically searched for where the healer might be. He was an old wolf and his hearing was going, so calling for the old man would not have done me any good but to bother the adults, so I attempted to sniff out his den instead. I searched for the scent of spices and herbs that I knew were commonly used to heal; and it was easy to find. I followed it to a rock surface that had a large chunk missing from it where the scents were coming from. I walked up to it and peeked in, finding nothing but the medicine I would come to one day learn. However a raspy voice grumbled from behind me, "Youngin, what do you think you are doing way out here? Shouldn't you be home? Where are your parents?"
"Healer!" I didn't know the names of most of the wolves in my pack at that point, I never really had the need, "I found an injured wolf out in the trees, can you help him? He has deep wounds on his side and he has lost a lot of blood, I don't think he can walk very well-"
"Woah, calm your yapper pup. What kind of wounds are they?" The healer leaned in closer, his breath smelled like rotten teeth and carcass.
"I don't know, it looks like he's been stabbed by something. It is a pair, both round and clean cuts. We have to hurry!" I had very little patience for adults.
"Don't tell me what to do! Stupid, disrespectful..." Apparently he didn't have much patience for pups either. "Just lead the way, I'll figure out what to do from there."
I didn't care that the old geiser probably couldn't run faster than a rabbit with a broken leg, I tore off just as I had done back at the clearing, I was almost on the other side of camp before he could even shout 'wait'.
I made it back to the injured wolf in very little time, I was panting pretty heavily at this point, but the rush of excitement was keeping me on my feet.
"I went and got help, they should be here soon," I managed to get out a full sentence between breaths.
The wolf didn't lift his head but he spoke, "You work fast for a pip squeak." I could tell he was exhausted and just holding on but he tried to seem strong, I wondered why he tried to seem brave when he was obviously in really bad shape.
I moved up closer to him so I could get a better look at his face, looking back at this age I can remember that he was a very handsome young wolf, healthy if it weren't for hid condition, and an adolescent, and one other odd thing; he adorned a single scar just above his nose.
He didn't deserve to die.
He looked up at me with his deep red eyes, it was odd and at the time I thought it was just the lighting but they seemed to give off a dim glow. At the same time, they swam with pain and as the seconds ticked the got just a little more cloudy. I had seen this before; this wolf was dieing. I lay there near his head just to keep him company while we waited for the old man to show. Eventually he did, cursing the bushes and trees the whole way there. He spoke angrily as he entered the clearing, "You can't just run off like that kid, now, where's this wolf you were telling me- oh no." The healer froze at the sight of the injured wolf lying next to me, and likewise, my patience stiffened with all the strength he had left in his body.
"Yami..."
"Hakari."
They spoke simultaneously and both voices dripped with hate, I had never heard such passionate hatred and it made my spine tingle and my hackles raise.
"Kid, you need to get out of here. I will take care of this scum." The old man narrowed his eyes at the black wolf, never moving to look at me as he spoke.
However, I didn't move, in all honesty I don't know if I was frozen with fear or if I was afraid of what was going to happen to my new friend but in any case I didn't move right away.
"You Hakari's think we are bad. You would kill a wolf while he was down? You are the scum!" The black wolf's hackles rose and he lifted his head off of his paws to face the healer with a snarl.
... Kill?
"You are on our territory, that it against law, you are just lucky I am the one who found you rather than Shiro, otherwise your death might not've been so pleasant." The healer calmly walked forward, nearing the black wolf with every step and never taking their eyes off of each other.
They came within a foot of each other and both froze, locked in a stare that seemed it would last eternity. I too was frozen and I was terrified, I knew the word kill although it had never been used against one of my own pack, it was always the hunters that killed for food, or the Yami wolves that killed our pack mates, but the Hakari wolves... They were too good to be true.
"Kid, you need to get out of here. Your kindess is appreciated but I don't think you understand the consequences of it. Thank you for allowing me to die with honor." The Yami wolf spoke under his breath and to me, but his eyes stayed on the old man who had now mustered an angry growl.
"But, I can help you. We just have to get away from the old man." I responded, hopeful as ever but knowing the inevitable.
The black wolf chuckled, "There's no help for me." For a split second he closed his eyes, and the healer leapt at him.
With stunning speed that I would once come to master as well, the black wolf was on his feet and had headbutted the old man under the jaw, sending him tumbling in a back flip and landing him on his side where he had leapt from.
I was in utter shock at the scene, still frozen like the pup I was.
He then turned to me as the healer struggled to his feet, "Thank you." And with those final words and soft eyes he lifted me by the scruff and tossed me into the dense bush behind him.
I was momentarily tangled in the foliage, branches wrapping around my legs, but with a quick jerk I fell with a thud that was echoed by a louder thud. Knowing I shouldn't but daring anyway, I turned back to see the old man in the jaws of the black wolf, on the ground and unmoving. Blood covered the both of them but mainly the black wolf's jaws and the healers throat.
I knew that vein even back then, and whenever I make a kill I still remember the black wolf who's name I never learned.
From what I learned from my parents hushed chatter that night, after I had run off, the black wolf made his way back to his place at the rock and collapsed there, soon dying from massive blood loss. His body was dropped just outside the border of the pack territory where the Yami's could find him while our healer was given the burial of a hero.
This was the day I learned I would become a healer as the healer was alive when they came across him, paralyzed and very near death, but alive enough for him to choke out his final words; "That kid. That pup with the tears of red. She is to become the new healer. Train her well, she has the heart of a true life giver."
I didn't know what that meant back then but I came to learn as I grew older. The healer died to protect his pack from a wolf that protected the life of another. The death of the initial is dishonorable, while the life of the latter remains alive in my soul to this day.
Thank you, Yami.
***I hope this is ok Apache, I kinda killed off your healer and my Aurion is blind to pack lines; I can try to change things if this is too out there but I would much much rather keep her as is. On a side note, she is by no means a traitor, she is just curious about the Yami wolves and feels no hatred towards them as she probably should. I hope you enjoyed my entry and I hope even more that I will get to join the pack ^^
**Good luck to everyone who entered!
***Her mask is the skull of a young Kudu
