Post by thebittenone on Aug 14, 2015 5:55:30 GMT
-introductions-
Hi meh name is yammato, or yammy for crazy irritating PEOPLE HERDJSKERBNARTU!! ~clears throat~ sorry bout that...
anyway my name is yamm, this will be where I tell those who care to listen, my story of how I came to be myself err me or uh, just read it -__-
It was a night like any other, cool and filled with the crisp smell of mountain pines during the time of the great cold. The warm company of my pack all around me. Other pups dance, dance to the ancient steps of kombat, the dance of survival when your own is at stake, the dance we all have to learn eventually. Looking around seeing strong wolves thriving in the harsh wilderness, finding loved ones and raising younglings all was good and peacefull as I came into the world, a squalling little ball of fluff searching for the warmth of a mothers embrace, hunting for the sweat scent of milk. I still remember the few days of the world just being full of scents, and sounds. And the day the world became all the more curious when my eyes opened for the first time. The white light binding, and hurting my little eyes. But as it cleared the first thing that came into clearity, my young mothers hazel eyes surrounded by chestnut fur. For weeks I was cramped in the warm and stuffy den, dragged back whenever I tried to sneak out the entrance.
-2 moons later-
2 full and bright moons had passed since my birth, and yet I was still being treated like a mewling little child that I was in the first weeks of my life. Constantly being told that I couldn't leave the safety of the pack's home. Which I came to know as WestRiver. The pack leaders or alphas as everyone called them, my parents. Shade my father, and Willow my mother. Sadly the winter of my birth was especially harsh, almost half of the packs pups had lost their lives from the cold. My siblings included, left alone as the only pup of the alpha pair the responsibility's of the packs future were being crammed into my brain. That night was to be the last of the peaceful nights, the last of the calm leisure days I had come to favor. For that night was when the pups stopped playing, all the wolves fell silent. Then, the screams of dying wolves, fearful cries from pups for their mothers. Wolf instinct takes a hold of them, mother fighting with savagery to safe their young only to fall defeated, staining the glistening moon-lit snow with dark crimson pools. With so much force as to take the wind from my lungs my mother grabs me and runs, coloring my sandy fur with her blood. She stopped suddenly nearly dropping me, in front of a large willow. Seeing a hole just barely large enough for me she shuffed me into it. "mom whats happening, where's dad?"
"its okay Yamm, it's okay baby. Stay in here and dont leave no matter what you hear, understand?"
"Ye..yes mother."
With that she bolted off towards the skirmish. Her blood soaked chestnut fur dissapearing over a small sand bank. A loud scream split the night sky as a dying wolf screamed their agony to the stars, and I knew my mother had died. Hours pass before I dared to leave my hiding spot, but fear of discovery forced me to leave the safety of the willow. So I cautiously crawl up the sand bank to see what had happened. Only to find the snow layered with the bodies of my pack mates, the snow thick with red, not a spot shone white from the ground. The river running crimson staining the snow at its bank with blood. My mothers body lay at the base of the remnants of what was once our home. My fathers scattered throughout the den.
Alright not really that long but If yall like it Ill keep writing the story of Yamm (ps. i know my grammer might not be the best, buts thats cause I just wanted to write something for fun.)
Hi meh name is yammato, or yammy for crazy irritating PEOPLE HERDJSKERBNARTU!! ~clears throat~ sorry bout that...
anyway my name is yamm, this will be where I tell those who care to listen, my story of how I came to be myself err me or uh, just read it -__-
It was a night like any other, cool and filled with the crisp smell of mountain pines during the time of the great cold. The warm company of my pack all around me. Other pups dance, dance to the ancient steps of kombat, the dance of survival when your own is at stake, the dance we all have to learn eventually. Looking around seeing strong wolves thriving in the harsh wilderness, finding loved ones and raising younglings all was good and peacefull as I came into the world, a squalling little ball of fluff searching for the warmth of a mothers embrace, hunting for the sweat scent of milk. I still remember the few days of the world just being full of scents, and sounds. And the day the world became all the more curious when my eyes opened for the first time. The white light binding, and hurting my little eyes. But as it cleared the first thing that came into clearity, my young mothers hazel eyes surrounded by chestnut fur. For weeks I was cramped in the warm and stuffy den, dragged back whenever I tried to sneak out the entrance.
-2 moons later-
2 full and bright moons had passed since my birth, and yet I was still being treated like a mewling little child that I was in the first weeks of my life. Constantly being told that I couldn't leave the safety of the pack's home. Which I came to know as WestRiver. The pack leaders or alphas as everyone called them, my parents. Shade my father, and Willow my mother. Sadly the winter of my birth was especially harsh, almost half of the packs pups had lost their lives from the cold. My siblings included, left alone as the only pup of the alpha pair the responsibility's of the packs future were being crammed into my brain. That night was to be the last of the peaceful nights, the last of the calm leisure days I had come to favor. For that night was when the pups stopped playing, all the wolves fell silent. Then, the screams of dying wolves, fearful cries from pups for their mothers. Wolf instinct takes a hold of them, mother fighting with savagery to safe their young only to fall defeated, staining the glistening moon-lit snow with dark crimson pools. With so much force as to take the wind from my lungs my mother grabs me and runs, coloring my sandy fur with her blood. She stopped suddenly nearly dropping me, in front of a large willow. Seeing a hole just barely large enough for me she shuffed me into it. "mom whats happening, where's dad?"
"its okay Yamm, it's okay baby. Stay in here and dont leave no matter what you hear, understand?"
"Ye..yes mother."
With that she bolted off towards the skirmish. Her blood soaked chestnut fur dissapearing over a small sand bank. A loud scream split the night sky as a dying wolf screamed their agony to the stars, and I knew my mother had died. Hours pass before I dared to leave my hiding spot, but fear of discovery forced me to leave the safety of the willow. So I cautiously crawl up the sand bank to see what had happened. Only to find the snow layered with the bodies of my pack mates, the snow thick with red, not a spot shone white from the ground. The river running crimson staining the snow at its bank with blood. My mothers body lay at the base of the remnants of what was once our home. My fathers scattered throughout the den.
Alright not really that long but If yall like it Ill keep writing the story of Yamm (ps. i know my grammer might not be the best, buts thats cause I just wanted to write something for fun.)