./Ashes\. IP: 71.72.165.112 Posted on February 9, 2013 at 00:04:26 AM by Arren
((For Redd))
It was dark and the pup felt like it was like a dream, where sometimes you would fall asleep have a few moments of blackness then awaken, but much much longer. It was time to wake up, his mind began to stir lightly, going back into a functioning way as he tried to remember the last time he had been awake. Arren had been dead for quite some time. It hadn’t dawned on him just yet that he was indeed dead, he couldn’t even recall the flash of ivory fangs the yells, snarls and blood of battle as his mother attempted to defend him six years ago and failed. The mother had fought to protect her pups against two pup killers, she was too weak, they had more blessings and she had to many bodies to defend. Arren wasn’t the only pup killed here that day, his sisters San and Black Rose had both been first and the black wolf had caught up to him as they had tried to run while their mother fended them off.
To Arren, that was just a bad dream attached to this eternal blackness. It had seemed just like hours of it, not years. The spirit’s red-brindled and white form appeared at the base of a heavily scarred tree, clearly no more than 2 months of age, the age to which he had been so mercilessly killed. He still looked as if he was sleeping; the grass and bark though made him stand out like nothing else having taken after his mother anyone would be able to see him from some distance should they have been looking around. Traydon was an area well frequented after all and the young spirit pup had a lot to figure out an experience once he fully awoke.
