The edgeman

Once upon a time there was a town called Jamaa, it had beautiful blue skies and endless forests which were peaceful. There was a cliff where an arctic wolf would sit with his mother, who was '''not an alpha. '''She gave a cheerful grin and stared at the birds passing, she slowly looked down at her son "you will dominate Jamaa one day." she declared proudly "you are my son."

"I am you're son." he replied with dedication.

The wind caressed his fur, letting it blow in the wind. He grinned and lifted his tail, his mother stood up and walked towards the edge of the cliff, she sat down. He stood up, he was ecstatic, it was literally the perfect day. Suddenly there was a crackling sound, his mother plummeted down the cliff in the snap of ones finger.

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Alas, the wolf jerked himself out of the terrible sleep which had fallen upon him, he had taken over Jamaa. He was awake, he looked around the room, which was dark, in the corner he saw his mother, sitting there with a wide, toothy smile.