Favourite Memory.&&. Watching what happened to Shadow.
Worst Memory.&&. Letting Shadow live.
History.&&.

This is my unspoken past!

There was no breeze, there was no moon, only silence on that Spring night, and the light from the stars above. In the distance though, one could barely hear the sound of the crashing waves on the shore. High above, where the air is thin and cold, inside a large cavern, a black female was giving birth to her first litter. Fëawen Séregon was her name, and she seemed to be struggling with the birthing. All around her, wolves of her pack waited for the moment the first pup would be born with aghast. They all wanted the pups, not not Fëawen. Actually, the cause of this litter had been due to rape and the one who had raped her, was standing next to her, with a smug look on his face.

He knew, that she loved him, and he took advantage of her to gain the alpha male spot by impregnating her. No one knew his name, only that he went by Saint. He was extremely large with a black, red, and gray pelt, while his "mate" was small and black, and more importantly, innocent. His life started with the two of them, with the rape, with the pack. She had been in labor for hours and she bore five pups, one stillborn. All the wolves in the cave were silent as Saint looked at the pups with a grim expression while their mum cleaned them. "Two males, two females, one dead male." He had been the first pup born, next to the stillborn one, but he had also been the biggest, and had almost killed his mother. "From this point on my eldest son shall be known as Celebriän Fëfalas, the heir to the Rouka Pack!" His hard voice called out, making everyone cringe as he eyed his daughters hungrily, a new idea forming in his mind. Of course, no one knew those exact words would be spoken a year later, by a different male. --Unfinished--

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[» my other half], I devote myself to no one.
[» my little mini-mes], none.
[» my stomach has butterflies], for none.
[» my shelter], packless.