Username:Snivy.
Number of Pup:Pup 4
Name:Nightlock
Gender:Female
History:When Nightlock was born, her family didn't care much about her. She was the runt and no one would play with her, so she mostly kept to herself. Except for her companion, a small weasel named Ullr, she had no friends. Even her siblings had made fun of her behind her back. So Nightlock lived her life in ridicule, hardly ever speaking unless it was to tell someone to shut up and go away or talking to Ullr. Her coming of age came way too fast, and all the jeering didn't make her feel better as her tormentors grew ever braver with their taunts.
Story?:Present day Nightlock took a deep breath. Ullr slept soundly beside her. Nightlock was careful not to wake him as she crept out of the den into the bitter winter night's air. It would've chilled anyone else to the bone, but Nightlock loved it. She loved the way the wind bit the nose and ears, like she would so love to do to her clanmates. She closed her eyes and let the chill of the wind take over her, each of her tails blowing in different ways.
"Tomorrow I will face the Coming-Of-Age challenge," she whispered to the wind. "
Help me."
The next day was bright and sunny, but it might have been raining for all the joy Nightlock felt. As she readied herself, Ullr whispered, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll be right here waiting."
It gave her some level of comfort. Then the howl sounded.
"I, Nightlock, am courting death." she said matter-of-factly as she stepped into the arena. The whole pack was watching. They cheered as the doors were thrown open and a growling, angry looking sabertooth was launched out. Nightlock gulped. It was
big. Big and angry. This was going to be tougher than she thought.
Nightlock growled. If you looked really hard, you could possibly see a glimmer of--laughter in her icy blue eyes? Ullr couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was Nightlock... laughing behind that menacing growl?
I am going to die, Nightlock thought confidently to herself,
but at least I'll die trying! The big cat spotted Nightlock and what appeared to be a smile flickered at the edges of its mouth. It looked as if it was saying, "Another easy kill." as it lunged at Nightlock. She was faster than she looked, and saber-toothed cats weren't built for endurance. Nightlock thought if she kept it up, the saber would tire and she'd be able to kill it. The saber had other plans. It ran at Nightlock, catching its claws on her ear as the pack cheered it on. Next it ripped open a gash on her leg, but Nightlock wouldn't give up, inflicting one small scratch after another.
The saber was tiring, and Nightlock thought she had her chance. She lunged for the saber's neck, but it turned and knocked her away with its head and she blinded one of its eyes instead. Nightlock was loosing, badly.
"Live up to your name!" she heard Ullr call. Her name... Nightlock, the poisonous berry... she had it. She would have to creep up on it, the way the poison of nightlock creeps up on the consumer. Its blind side came in handy.
Nightlock started in a stalking position, then got faster and faster until she was running full-tilt at the saber. It noticed her, but too late as she lunged at its throat again. She caught it and would not let go, no matter how hard the cat shook. Finally it collapsed, dead.
The crowd was stunned. An uncomfortable silence surrounded Nightlock.
Ullr broke it. He cheered. The rest of the pack followed, cheering for once at the little, secluded runt.
Nightlock was victorious.
Art:WiP Nightlock UllrOther:By 'companion' do you mean another animal? And, if so, what can it be? Thanks!
(PS I love these. I have said this once before, but you are a great artist Grifflion!)