Drakul

In the distance you would be able to see a glistened coal black pelt, running over a fine sculptured muscular form of a brute. In fact it was probably the only color in the area. The smoldering ash of old trees were scattered all over the death zone. The stench seemed to stretch for miles, saying to everyone that had a nose with enough ability to sniff, that carcasses were free for the taking. But to tell the truth the land wasn’t completely dead, for this creature of such dark heart walked among the dead souls that...maybe just weren't fast enough to escape the fire.1

The brute was of average build if not a hair or two prouder. This brute was obviously a threat to any living creature that wished to get in his way. Any confrontation with another usually lead to hostile acts of heartless, merciless behavior, anyone who looked into his deep crimson eyes could see the anger, pure anger, which probably explained why he was so fascinated with war and aggression.2

Despite the fact that this merciless brute usually kept to himself, tolerance for white fluffy bunnies with all their frolicking ways, was a short fuse. If another wanted to act like he was stronger and more acute than him, let him try. After all, what fun it would be to prove them wrong...but if only...if only there was a suitable opponent for him, that would make his blood churn in his veins, rushing through his body like a waterfall about to explode....there was one...Kane and just when he needed his older more...cynical brother, it seemed he couldn't find him.3

What memories he had of Marcus, fighting over a pathetic, mangy female, but why should he be talking? He lost someone to a world class colossal idiot. The Alpha female had to have something to do with the plan, for Kane was too dull and lacked the initiative to have come up with such a vile plan, all by himself.4

Of course she had to have something to do with it she never liked him in the first place. After all when his father fell for beta him and his siblings were the ones challenging her pups or maybe it was because he was such a vile creature thru and thru. Plus that ruthless beast had him run out of the pack. Kane being the stronger and along with the other pack whelps on his side, he easily ran him out of the pack, out of the terra, and out of his parent's lives. They caused him to run, to flee, to lose...5

But he would never lose again! It was a personal promise he made to himself long ago. At the end of the thought he clamped his jaws shut so hard, he nearly severed his tongue in the process and swiped a mitt at the colorless ground, kicking up embers with black claws, while leaving a scar in the earth. One day he would find his family....but he had no plan...and what to do...what to do then/ He wasn't sure, but surely his evil genius mind would think of something.6

The creature started to walk in the direction of refuge, passing by dead bodies of poor forest folks. In the distant ravens took off in unison from their nest on one of the corpse< but as they flew he seemed to pay less and less attention to them. His movement was subtle and soon he was at a trot, kicking up embers and sending dust into the air.7

As he came to the edge of a new territory he collapsed onto his stomach to watch what seemed to be an alpha...he almost pitied the poor wolf, having to put up with, whining pack mates and their good will conquers all speech. The thought made his blood churn in his veins at the thought of taking care of another pack member. He told himself that he would wait at the edge of the territory until his patients deplete, but that was that.8

As he watched the pack work, taking role call, and gathering food for the upcoming winter he started to doze, head dipping forward every so often. What he did not realize, as cunning as he was, that the “pitiful alpha” had noticed a new presence in the area, spotting him in the brush.9

As the brute started to come out of his sleeping coma, he saw a figure moving in his direction and stood abruptly, ready to attack. When his sight cleared he noticed that it was a pearly white female approaching him, her ears were tipped in black and she had black “stockings” running up her legs. Her voice came to him in a melodic tune “Hello brute.” was all she said.10

The brute muttered something under his breath and heard her continue “Who are you and what is your purpose in my territory?” He met her gaze and grumbled “My calling is that of Drakul, and it is not your business as of why I am here, but I will tell you this young fae. See the forest behind me? That was my territory and it has been lost to flames, everyone is dead…except me.” He sneered at the female awaiting her response.11

The female looked down for a moment as if arranging thoughts in her head, then ever so softly spoke. “I offer you refuge, brute. My calling is Rosal, if you need anything.” She bowed slightly, to show respect and turned to leave, Drakul lagging behind.12

The territory was in disarray with dying flowers and trees from the oncoming winter cold. The small clan of pack members gathering at a large stone in the center of a clearing, awaiting the alpha to impart her words of wisdom.13

Drakul sat at a distance from the small cluster of wolves that swarmed the stone, his ears flat to his cranium with disgust. His crimson orbs scanned the area and came to fall on the tiny alpha that calls herself Rosal. Her head was held high and she spoke strongly, “The winter is oncoming and food is scarce. I have also been informed of a mishap in the neighboring territory…a mighty fire! That wolf…” she said pausing to looked towards Drakul; “claims to be the only survivor!” she spoke loudly as if there were hundreds of wolves to hear her words. All the wolves looked in his direction as if he were on display, his eyes grew hard as he stared back. He could see they were looking him over, his muscles rippled beneath his chaotic coat, showing them that he was powerful and that they shouldn’t bother challenging him. He bared his canines for a second and gave a low growl “Don’t bother with me, I am well capable of collecting my own provisions” he growled menacingly.14

When the meeting came to a close all the wolves dispersed and went on doing what they had been doing before order was called to them. Drakul looked around at the pack before dipping his head to the cool liquid before him. He lapped at the water and closed his eyes as he felt the coolness of it trickle down his pallet.15

A rustling before him made his eyes shoot open, a bear perhaps? This would be a good chance to prove his brute strength, he thought to himself, but then a pathetic mangy wolf stumbled out of the bushes, his course pelt charred and blackened. Drakul stood up straight as the wolf stumbled through the stream and collapsed in front of him, his eyes closed and his body limp. Scanning his body you could see multiple burns and gashes in his sides. “Could he be another survivor?” Drakul questioned himself silently.16

Rosal had been lounging in a nearby burrow when she heard commotion over by the stream. Wondering what was going on she emerged and looked to see a wolf staggering towards Drakul. “What did he do!?” she cursed and trotted in his direction with purpose in each stride. As she was half way there she saw the wolf collapse and the bewildered look on Drakul’s face. “What happened?!” she gasped17

Drakul looked at her with a steady gaze “How should I know…I’m not responsible for your pack or wherever he’s from.” he growled, getting dangerously close to her face. “He came out of the bushes and practically tripped over his own feet to get across the stream!”18

Rosal looked down at the feeble wolf, his once magnificent golden coat now singed to a dull black, she saw him move and helped pluck him from the ground. “Come rest.” she said in a soothing tone and guided his wounded body to the edge of the burrow.19

“How dare she talk to me like that?” he growled under his breath and bounded in the wounded wolf’s direction, his mouth frozen in a ferocious grin. With every step it seemed the ground shook beneath his paws, he quickly closed the gap in between him and the wolf. He knew who the wolf was…his calling was Terran, and he had shared his terrain with him, but no longer would he allow that.20

As Drakul was running in the pair’s direction a pack member had spotted the movement and hollered out to Rosal. Rosal turned to see the charge but it was too late, Drakul was upon Terran and had him on the ground, he tore at the wounded wolfs flesh, but suddenly came to an abrupt halt when their gazes met. Drakul’s pupils reduced in size, the anger leaving his tensed body as he looked deep into Terran’s golden gaze.21

The gaze was soft even through the attack, there was sadness in them and Drakul saw how stupid he was behaving. He suddenly felt compassion for the injured male and slowly backed off him with his head lowered. He had seen how Terran just wanted a family to care for him, like Drakul. He had not realized it but he knew he had found his family.22

Sheepishly he looked around at the rest of the pack, staring on in awe. He frowned and announced “I did not know why I was here...I felt I needed to be a brute to show my strength and independence from the rest of you. I was wrong...looking into Terran’s eyes I see that he was looking for a family, as was I unknowingly.”23

Rosal came up behind him “We accept you young brute.” 24