[LoneWolf-Gage]

Name: Sandstorm
Age: 7 years
Gender: male

Sandstorm was born within a desert pack. He was the runt of his litter but turned out to be the largest of the lot. He was the first to leave home and the last to return. He has spent part of his life in a fighting ring after being caught by humans thanks to a pretty little she wolf who tricked him. He didn't mind the fights and often enjoyed them. Though he looks to be gentle that is not always the case.

When Sandstorm got out of the fights he began to travel in search of a place to call home. after a couple years he found his way back to his homeland. What he saw was not the glorious pack that he remembered. His father had been killed and the male that killed him had forced his mother to become his mate. He found that his brothers had been locked away in the sand pits after trying to kill the male that murdered their father. Sandstorm freed his brothers and the brothers left. They went to try and find anyone who would be strong enough to overthrow this male. Sandstorm was not going to run away though. He didn't look nearly as powerful as he was. He found his way to the den that had once belonged to his parents. A dark growl came from with in. It was not the male but Sandstorm's own mother who bared fangs at him. She did not recognize her own son. She had been beaten badly in the time that he had been away. This only added to his anger and aggression. He saw fear in his mother's eyes as someone walked up behind Sandstorm. However Sandstorm was not afraid. He did not even flinch when the large male snarled at him in warning and demanded who he was. Sand storm turned and with a smile he answered "I am the one who is going to kill you." This seemed to draw the attention of the pack. Most had been beaten down out of amusement and rage. It had all been at the paws of this male.
Laughter echoed from the large male as he looked at Sandstorm. He stated that Sandstorm was smaller than most of the males that he had killed though he was a little bigger than the former alpha. -Sandstorm's father- The male asked again who Sandstorm was. Sandstorm answered "I suppose it is only right that one should know the name of their killer." His golden eyes a blaze with rage and fire met the eyes of the cocky male. "My name is Sandstorm. Son of Razorwind and Dust!" He stated as he lunged. The years in the dogfights and on the battle fields paid off. In one swift movement Sandstorm ripped the jugular from the larger male's throat before turning and watching him fall. The last thing the male saw was a look of justice of Sandstorm's face as he dropped the male's jugular to the dirt.
It was after the male was dead and his pack was on the road to recovery that Sandstorm's mother told him that she would soon be bearing pups that belonged to that beast. Though Sandstorm's first instinct would have been to kill them when they were born he did not. His brother's had returned by then and the three stood by their mother and the rest of the pack. Sandstorm had taken his father's place as alpha and was proud to look after his pack.

"Shortly after the pups were born Razorwind -Sandstorm's mother- passed away. Sandstorm took over raising his half siblings. After all they had no choice in who their father was."
"There is a story behind the three tails as well. However that is a story for another time."

Crush: ---
Mate: ---
Pups ---

Owned By: Lonewolf-Gage

[Jack Of Hearts]

Tala you always narrate your tales like that.
Nice job though.
Maybe you should just write the addition to the story here later on and ppl can come back and read it.