Sacrificial Canines: Prologue

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Sacrificial Wolves: Prologue

The ivory moon cast down resplendent light amongst the emerald grass, turning it into silver. The area was a wide open space; a field. In the center lay a lake that stood perfectly still. It's clear liquid reflecting the image of the seemingly mourning moon. Suddenly, the wind blew gently, carrying along the scent of other creatures. Five adumbrate figure's padded slowly to the lake before dipping their craniums to one another before continuing on, murmuring a few unheard words. "Good evening, Mockingbird." A tawny femoral greeted. The figure of a lean, ebony and cerulean pelted brute turned his cranium to face the smaller figure of the female. "Greetings, Beige."

"And who may this be?"

A crimson eyed brute asked as he wandered closer to a set of two wolves, orbs flashing and a devilish yet seductive grin crossing his features. "Indeed." Mockingbird stated as he noticed a multi-colored figure besides the other. "Who's the chick, half-blood?" The ebony wolf questioned. "You are to show the same respect to me as I do to you." The voice retorted in a calm tone, but there was a hint of anger hidden beneath his silky voice. "This is Fox, he's a half-blood as well; a mix of Wolf and Fox in his genes, and I expect you to treat my Shaman with respect." The multi-colored brute growled lightly towards the other wolves. "Especially you, Demon. Is that clear?" Demon pricked his acoustics and @#!*% an eyebrow. "I don't know. I was since I thought he was a she, but since now you said that Fox is a guy, Daniel..." The multi-colored brute snarled, acoustics flattening to his cranium. "That's just sexist!" He spat, canines barring angrily, but he was soon to crane his nape when the new comer brushed against him. "Um, it's fine. I don't mind really. As long as we don't fight I’m fine." The golden, ebony, and ivory hybrid whispered, cerulean optical

[/u] glancing[/u] downwards towards the silver grass. Demon flicked an ear at the young Shaman's words and sniffed. "Geez, I guess...." He growled lightly. Man, this kid sure knows how to find a guys soft spot. Demon thought to himself before sighing. "Alright, let's get this show on the road!" The ebony wolf called to the others who had stood by, watching with intrigued gazes.

"Since it's your first time here, we'll need to see if the 'Reaper's' accept you." Daniel murmured to his apprentice-in-training. Fox blinked. "Ah, yes. Our ancestor's." The older and more experienced brute nodded. "So you've been studying the Scroll's I see. He chuckled. "Yes, our ancestor's. They'll visit you in your dreams, and they should tell you if they accept you or not. If it looks bad I'll enter your mind and try to help you out, got it?" Fox nodded slowly. "Now, place your paw in the water and let your mind become empty." The half-breed did as he was told and placed his ivory paw in the water; letting all thoughts drain from his mind. For a few moments, the Shaman's watched in utter silence. "It doesn't seem to be working." Beige whispered. "Ssh!" Mockingbird hushed the she-wolf who quickly silenced herself. As time that was mere seconds that seemed like hours passed, they were about to approach the Shaman-to-be until he suddenly collapsed onto his side, breathing lightly as he dreamt. "Good, he's finally fallen asleep." Demon muttered before flopping down onto his side.

Fox's cerulean optical blinked open, only to see nothing but black; as if he were blind. The half-breed glanced around wildly, orb wide with fear. “Are you sure he’s the one?” A voice echoed, making the hybrid spin around. “Of course.” Another voice snapped. “W-Wh-Who’s there?” The young wolf asked, his voice quivering with terror. “Where is this place?” The voices had now ceased, as if they had vanished into thin air. The brute opened his sallow jowls[/b], only to close them and narrow his eyes as a faint, white glow broke throughout the obscurity. “We are the Reaper’s.” The voice coming from the supposed Reaper echoed. “Ah! So, how does this work?” The youthful Shaman asked, flicking his acoustics. “First off, we need to show you something. You’ve lost something of yours, correct?” The placid, silky-smooth tone came from the other Reaper who smiled, ignoring his question, and suddenly padding towards him, brilliant pelt glowing faintly now. The cerulean eye of Fox blinked for a instant, but suddenly widened when the she-wolf placed her snout to his forehead, images flashing through his mind; his mother, father, siblings; everything! His mind felt as if it would suddenly implode from all the memories flooding back into him.

The group of four - not including the quiescent Fox – sat wordlessly, waiting for the possible future Shaman to awaken from his dream and tell them what the Reaper’s response had been. Though, abruptly, the pelt of the dreaming Fox began to stir. At first, the four thought he was awakening; but suddenly, an enormous burst of energy erupted from the to-be-Shaman, almost blowing away the others. “W-What enormous spiritual energy!” Demon exclaimed as he dug his talon-like claws into the silver grassland. “What’s going on?” Beige yelped, acoustics flattened against the crown of her cranium. “I don’t know! I’ll go check it out!” Daniel called over the howling wind that sent chills through him. The multi-colored brute focused intently on the smaller form, orbs narrowing in hard concentration. “I-I can’t get through!” The half-breed barked in surprise and slight fear. “What? That’s impossible! What is this kid?” Beige shrieked.

The howling of the wind was suddenly drowned out by a demonic-sounding screech. It rang through the crisp, hushed air. The four turned towards the form of Fox, whose cerulean optic was turning to a golden and ebony color and his coat was turning a pastel white. The pelt from the brute began to barb outwards, as if jell had been placed on it and had instantly hardened. Gradually, some sort of mask was beginning to form across his features and his once, ordinary sized canine’s had begun to become extended and jagged, as if they belonged to a bear of some sort. “W-What the heck is that thing?” Mockingbird stuttered, acoustics widening.

“You will not become a Shaman.” The femora stated bluntly to Fox, who was screaming in pure agony. “Nor will you be any ordinary wolf.” She began. “No, you will become a Soul Reaper no animal has ever seen before.” The she-wolf barked. “You will become a Soul Reaper with a Hollow form. You will need this to protect the dearly departed and the existing from the darkness that is about to ascend[/u] and one day claim your right as King.”[/i]

Suddenly, the screeching grew louder as the barbs began to descend back into his pelt. Eventually, the wind had calmed down and the once pallid[/u] brute had turned back to his ebony, golden, and ivory colored furred self. The Shaman’s watched with wide yet fascinated[/u] orbs. They began to pad towards him, but once again, a burst of enormous energy – but slightly weaker than before – erupted from the small form. The four squinted their orbs against the burly[/u] wind to only see the figure of Fox standing on his appendages[/u] and cerulean orb narrowed. He detained[/u] a hoary[/u] and ebony sword between his jaws; a long, shredded bandage wrapped around the handle of it. ” I’ve received my answer from the Reaper’s.” Fox stated in a cold, firm tone. “I cannot become a Shaman,” The half-breed began. “but a Soul Reaper.”


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Thesaurus/Dictionary

Resplendent - White.
Adumbral - Shadowy.
Craniums - Head(s).
Femora(s) - Female wolf/Female wolves/
Ebony - Black.
Cerulean - Blue.
Orb(s) - Eye(s).
Shaman(s) - Healer(s).
Accoustic(s) - Ear(s)
Nape - Neck.
Optical - Eye
Glance/Glancing - Looking quickly.
Intrigued - Interested.
Ceased - Stopped.
Sallow - Yellow.
Jowl(s) - Mouth(s).
Obscurity - Darkness.
Placid - Gentle
Quiescent - Quiet
Intently - Carefully.
Pastel - White.
Extended - Long.
Jagged - Sharp.
Ascend - Appear.
Pallid - White.
Fascinate/Fascinated - Interested.
Burly - Strong.
Appendage(s) - Paw(s).
Detained - Held.
Hoary - Silver[/center]