This is the prelude to a story about a young wolf named Nero. the story is a work in progress and I just finished the chapter one out line today, typing it up now xD
The White wolf ran to his feeble sister and buried his maw deep into her pure white fur. Tears were running down his snout and switching creatures only to dampen her limp body. With a deep brotherly love, the male white wolf licked his sisters’ grave wounds, which painted a sticky red all over his snout.
Emotional pain possibly greater than his sisters’ lethal wounds began to swell up in the brother figure as he spoke, “ Forgive me for I have failed you”. The tears became more fluent now. With her last breath and all her remaining strength, “ There is nothing to forgive. Good night, Nero”. She slipped into an eternal sleep, never again to talk to her loving brother.
Nero got up, now smeared with blood. He ran as hard and fast as he could into the woods, searching for any small sign of the creature responsible his sisters’ death. There was no scent or trail to follow and Nero spent the night wandering his home forest alone, or so he thought.
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