Oh mai goodness o-o(I`m going to do it now *Sigh* I`m going to hate myself for this. BTW @HeavensHens88 Night is going to be a little different from now on. but MAYBE not too much)
Night was pulled back into reality- The she-wolf wasn`t fighting and the fighting all around him had stopped, the packs gathering with their own, and as his eyes flicked over the battle ground, they found a black body and froze.
Dark Storm.
Dark Storm was dead. The battle was over. Storm pack had lost, but so had River, and Rip, and Canyon. Today there was no winner. Everyone had lost. Everyone had lost someone dear to them.
And for him it was his sister. And his sanity.
The love for peace that he had guarded so close over the years.
Grief suddenly hit him like the most powerful wave, or the coldest ice storm. For his sister, for all his friends that would never see another sunrise, even for Canyon pack and Rip pack. But not for Storm pack. Never again would he pity them. He was done being hung over kindness. A snarl vibrated from the depths of his chest, he was done, he was done with them, he hated them. He allowed the hate he had fought off for so long to finally settle into his heart, the ice that had hung in his chest finally slithered into his heart, freezing it. That deep ache in his chest dispersed. An eerie calmness settled over him.
The old Night was dead.
And the new just born.
He suddenly became aware of the whimpering she-wolf under him. He slowly got off her and sat down beside her.
Night studied the white scrap of fur that was a pathetic excuse of a wolf. Her flanks were ripped open, there were various puncher wounds on her back, and a chunk of her fluffy white tail was missing.
"Move and I`ll kill you."
Sary, someone is catching up to you in writing skills.
That was so beautifully deep *-*
RPing only no out of character talking(Very)
Kestrel swam. He opened his mouth, and got water in his throat and coughed.