Post by Sergei Tepish on Jun 25, 2014 17:19:30 GMT -5
Sergei sat in front of the fire he'd made, try to warm his hands. For the first few days he was angry at his father for sending him into the woods, but after the third day the headaches started and his mouth seemed dry no matter how much water he drank. He remembered his father's words before he forced him out. "You're a getting out of control! You drink and make a fool of yourself and completely disregard your duties! You are to be king so start acting like one.....the old ways gave boys your age a test and I think it's time you tried it."
And not even an hour later, Sergei was being sent off to the wilderness with only the most basic supplies. The first two days were fine until night time of the second. A wolves in his country were extremely territorial, they approached a few times in small numbers, three or four at a time but the fire scared them off. They kept trying though, night after night they'd come and he could smell them this night. He'd seen the alpha a few times, with a dark grey coat and bright blue eyes, it was bigger than most alphas he'd seen almost the size of a cow. He'd taken to referring to it as the Dire Wolf. And like clockwork they showed up, but something was off.
They were walking into the light, something they hadn't done before....then he noticed that there were more of them. At least ten were there this time all converging on him. Sergei jumped to his feet and his claws formed on his hands. He growled at the pack even though the pain in his head was almost debilitating. Three circled him and he readied himself to fight, one in front of him made to attack but bailed out before lunging, instead letting the one to Sergei's left bite down on his ankle. He cried out in pain and tried to tear it's jaws off his leg. But then the others pounced, knocking Sergei onto the ground and they tore into him, clawing and biting his chest, back, and arms.
He'd been trained for this, to defend himself to protect himself and...his country. If he died there, he died a disgrace, the drunk prince and a disgrace to his family name. Rage and the determination to live burned in his chest , slowly his body grew and black fur spread over his body. "I....am Sergei Vladaslous Tepish! AND I WILL NOT DIE A DISGRACE!!" He threw each and everyone of the pack off of him and howled loudly, blood still dripping from his chest and matting his fur together. The Dire Wolf attacked, Sergei grabbed it's head and locked it under his arm.
He tossed it against a tree to his left and pounced on top of it. The wolf tried snapping at Sergei's face but he pulled back and clamped his teeth on it's neck. It tried jerking away but Sergei held tight, it wriggled around for a few more seconds before finally going still. It's chest rose and fell one final time and it was gone. Sergei released it's corpse, stood to his full height, tilted his head back, and howled. Gone was the party boy prince and what was standing over that dead wolves body was the king his country deserved.
And not even an hour later, Sergei was being sent off to the wilderness with only the most basic supplies. The first two days were fine until night time of the second. A wolves in his country were extremely territorial, they approached a few times in small numbers, three or four at a time but the fire scared them off. They kept trying though, night after night they'd come and he could smell them this night. He'd seen the alpha a few times, with a dark grey coat and bright blue eyes, it was bigger than most alphas he'd seen almost the size of a cow. He'd taken to referring to it as the Dire Wolf. And like clockwork they showed up, but something was off.
They were walking into the light, something they hadn't done before....then he noticed that there were more of them. At least ten were there this time all converging on him. Sergei jumped to his feet and his claws formed on his hands. He growled at the pack even though the pain in his head was almost debilitating. Three circled him and he readied himself to fight, one in front of him made to attack but bailed out before lunging, instead letting the one to Sergei's left bite down on his ankle. He cried out in pain and tried to tear it's jaws off his leg. But then the others pounced, knocking Sergei onto the ground and they tore into him, clawing and biting his chest, back, and arms.
He'd been trained for this, to defend himself to protect himself and...his country. If he died there, he died a disgrace, the drunk prince and a disgrace to his family name. Rage and the determination to live burned in his chest , slowly his body grew and black fur spread over his body. "I....am Sergei Vladaslous Tepish! AND I WILL NOT DIE A DISGRACE!!" He threw each and everyone of the pack off of him and howled loudly, blood still dripping from his chest and matting his fur together. The Dire Wolf attacked, Sergei grabbed it's head and locked it under his arm.
He tossed it against a tree to his left and pounced on top of it. The wolf tried snapping at Sergei's face but he pulled back and clamped his teeth on it's neck. It tried jerking away but Sergei held tight, it wriggled around for a few more seconds before finally going still. It's chest rose and fell one final time and it was gone. Sergei released it's corpse, stood to his full height, tilted his head back, and howled. Gone was the party boy prince and what was standing over that dead wolves body was the king his country deserved.