I write fan fiction on occasion, and it has been suggested to me that I post it here on the forums. It has been posted on a few guild sites, for the pleasure of those whose toons it also concerns apart from my own. I humbly submitt it now for mass consumption.
This is really a prologue, not a fully fleshed out story. It is my main character's backstory, found on his bio. Black Paws currently lives in Freedom. Click on him if you see him.
I will likely post more installments, unless the torches and pitchforks are brought to bear against my initial offerings. Without further rambling, I present the Origin of Black Paws.
They killed his family. They didn't mean to, but they did all the same. As Robert Redfeather sat cradling his young daughter's head in his lap staring into her unblinking eyes, he looked up to see that a grey wolf, long in the tooth, had padded into his isolated cabin. Robert's eyes locked with the wolf's for a moment, and in that instant something passed between them. Both had lost their packs. Both were wounded, nearer to death than life. Both held rage in their hearts. The wolf laid down next to Robert's daughter and as his muzzle touched her side, his eyes...like hers... saw nothing more. Now Black Paws howls at the moon with the pain of two souls, of man and wolf, locked inside him.
I appreciate your reading this, and welcome comments.
I write fan fiction on occasion, and it has been suggested to me that I post it here on the forums. It has been posted on a few guild sites, for the pleasure of those whose toons it also concerns apart from my own. I humbly submitt it now for mass consumption.
This is really a prologue, not a fully fleshed out story. It is my main character's backstory, found on his bio. Black Paws currently lives in Freedom. Click on him if you see him.
I will likely post more installments, unless the torches and pitchforks are brought to bear against my initial offerings. Without further rambling, I present the Origin of Black Paws.
They killed his family. They didn't mean to, but they did all the same. As Robert Redfeather sat cradling his young daughter's head in his lap staring into her unblinking eyes, he looked up to see that a grey wolf, long in the tooth, had padded into his isolated cabin. Robert's eyes locked with the wolf's for a moment, and in that instant something passed between them. Both had lost their packs. Both were wounded, nearer to death than life. Both held rage in their hearts. The wolf laid down next to Robert's daughter and as his muzzle touched her side, his eyes...like hers... saw nothing more. Now Black Paws howls at the moon with the pain of two souls, of man and wolf, locked inside him.
I appreciate your reading this, and welcome comments.