Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171116200328/@comment-28439145-20171117025101

"Invasion! INVASION!"

Wolves were everywhere. Swarming through the dens and tunnels as their delighted howls echoed through the fox camp. Blood and fur littered the ground, along with the bodies of unfortunate foxes. I couldn't feel much through the icy numbness of the cold winter ground, but I knew this was the end. I screamed for my mother, and then something hit me. I fell and my head too froze as it banged forcefully into the grass. I looked up and saw a wolf standing above me, holding a bloody sword. His lips lifted up and I saw yellow teeth. Then a tiny fox jumped on the wolf and knocked it over, trying to defend me, and all I really saw was the same fox lying dead on the ground a few seconds later. I don't know exactly what happened, because I'm not sure I was really there. I was gone, unconscious but awake. I lifted the orange sword that I held close to my waist and I charged, and then there were 3 dead wolves on the ground around me. I was crying for some reason. I saw a wolf attacking a fox and killing it, and as it fell I saw a young cub sitting behind it, crying. I murdered that wolf and seized the cub, and I remember it's eyes were wide and scared and angry. Those eyes powered me, and I whirled through the field, defending my land to the end.

I killed 14 wolves that day.

Now, today, I walk with my fellow survivors, searching for the 4 missing diamonds that used to fuel our pack.

My name is Takeo.