*~| In The Kingdom Of Wolves |~* story by me!

*~|Chapter Five: The King Falls To Darkus|~*

The deer carcass was fresh and warm, almost untouched, aside from the torn throat. The entire Kingdom of Wolves was gathered for the Moon Feast, the feast held each year on a full moon. Darkus slipped into his spot in the gathering, between wolves of all ages. Yuka sat beside Cliff and Rocky sat between them. He noticed Darkus eyeballing him and stuck his little tongue out. Darkus's demonic grin remained.

"Remember, my fellow wolves: this feast... is a feast of fellowship. Tonight, we eat the food we all worked hard to get. Remember the order and the code of the Kingdom, to have respect for even the lowest of lives, from the crawling ant to the slinking snake." his eyes rested on Rocky. "Remember... remember me. Remember Yuka. When we are gone, up in the great Kingdom in the stars, Rocky will be your King, and the Pack will live on, as powerful as ever. But only if we work together, as one."

Then he lifted his head to the heavens and released a low howl, not the usual mournful one, but a clear, joyful howl, like a note on a flute. He was joined, one by one, by the wolves, and their voices rose to a single note, drifting on the cold night air. Cliff ended his howl and took the first bite, tearing a chunk of bloody flesh from the rump.

The rest of the wolves followed, but Darkus just grinned. He had laced the King's portion with the juices from the plants. In a matter of minutes, he would die a slow, painful death. And then his eyes fell on Rocky. He was the heir, and if the King died, the Prince would be trained as a King, by his mother, and take his place as King. He had to get rid of him!

Taking a bite of the meat, he thought about the things, thinking his plan over. How could he get rid of this problematic wolf pup? Then he grinned. The Cliffs of Fate... perfect. He could just... drop the cub over the edge. He smiled. It would work.

A sudden gasp rattled him loose from his thoughts. "Oh no! The KING!" a voice howled. Cliff lay, panting, on the ground. Each breath was wheezy and his eyes were glazed over, glassy and marble-like.

Darkus grinned, then rushed to "help". His plan was working!
 
*~|Chapter Five: The King Falls To Darkus|~*

The deer carcass was fresh and warm, almost untouched, aside from the torn throat. The entire Kingdom of Wolves was gathered for the Moon Feast, the feast held each year on a full moon. Darkus slipped into his spot in the gathering, between wolves of all ages. Yuka sat beside Cliff and Rocky sat between them. He noticed Darkus eyeballing him and stuck his little tongue out. Darkus's demonic grin remained.

"Remember, my fellow wolves: this feast... is a feast of fellowship. Tonight, we eat the food we all worked hard to get. Remember the order and the code of the Kingdom, to have respect for even the lowest of lives, from the crawling ant to the slinking snake." his eyes rested on Rocky. "Remember... remember me. Remember Yuka. When we are gone, up in the great Kingdom in the stars, Rocky will be your King, and the Pack will live on, as powerful as ever. But only if we work together, as one."

Then he lifted his head to the heavens and released a low howl, not the usual mournful one, but a clear, joyful howl, like a note on a flute. He was joined, one by one, by the wolves, and their voices rose to a single note, drifting on the cold night air. Cliff ended his howl and took the first bite, tearing a chunk of bloody flesh from the rump.

The rest of the wolves followed, but Darkus just grinned. He had laced the King's portion with the juices from the plants. In a matter of minutes, he would die a slow, painful death. And then his eyes fell on Rocky. He was the heir, and if the King died, the Prince would be trained as a King, by his mother, and take his place as King. He had to get rid of him!

Taking a bite of the meat, he thought about the things, thinking his plan over. How could he get rid of this problematic wolf pup? Then he grinned. The Cliffs of Fate... perfect. He could just... drop the cub over the edge. He smiled. It would work.

A sudden gasp rattled him loose from his thoughts. "Oh no! The KING!" a voice howled. Cliff lay, panting, on the ground. Each breath was wheezy and his eyes were glazed over, glassy and marble-like.

Darkus grinned, then rushed to "help". His plan was working!    
(XD I love it!!!!)
 

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