A/N:
So, anybody who has read My Hectic Life, you may remember that I have a winged wolf OC named Geirolf. Well, I decided to take a shot at it, and create a story similar to IndigoWingedWolf's story Peculiar, yet different. Nothing is going to be the same as Peculiar, and I hope Indigo doesn't say I'm copyrighting her or stealing her idea. Anyways, here's the story of Geirolf.
Prologue
Shadowstrike crept through the rainforest, his eyes peering through the undergrowth. He was looking for something to eat, and he had decided to go farther from where the NightWings usually looked, hoping to have some kind of success and find some meat.
He stopped as he noticed an opening in the tree's a little off to his right. Curious, he walked towards it, entering a secluded little clearing. Glancing around, he noticed a hole in the ground. Slowly, he approached the hole, circling it a few times, before entering it. His eyes adjusted to the dark as he went, and eventually he felt himself enter a cave.
Letting out a small burst of flame, he noticed a circle of stones with some wood piled in the center. He breathed fire on the wood, which blazed up quickly, the fire eagerly licking over the dry wood and lighting up the cave. He looked around before noticing a carved indentation in a corner, a patch of moonlight illuminating it.
Walking towards it, he saw a single egg in the indentation. As he watched, a crack appeared on the eggs surface. Glancing at the wall, he saw letters carved into the stone. Peering closer, he could barely make them out, since they weren't that deep. The words read; "His name shall be Geirolf, and a leader he shall become on a quest to save the tribes."
Blinking, he turned his attention back to the egg as more crack spiderwebbed across its surface. Suddenly, the eggshell shattered, and a small wolf struggled its way out from underneath the shards, one clinging stubbornly to its head. The wolf shook its head vigorously, but couldn't dislodge the shard of eggshell. Shadowstrike found himself smiling at the little wolf pup.
"All right, hold still now." The NightWing said softly, and he reached out with two claws and grabbed the eggshell, pulling it off the wolf's head. The wolf yipped happily and Shadowstrike blinked as two pure black, feathered wings stretched out before folding up against the pups back. The pup looked at Shadowstrike, it's golden eyes standing out in sharp contrast to its black fur.
"Well little one, since nobody is here to raise you, I'll take you back and raise you." Shadowstrike said, picking the wolf pup up and gently holding him in his talons. "And I'll name you Geirolf."
A/N:
So, you liking it so far? I hope you are, as this is just the prologue. More will follow, and I may be taking a couple OC's for winged wolfs later on… I have an idea, and I think it's a really good idea. Plus, as a warning, I'm already stretching boundaries with this story, but I'm putting my own fantribe into it later on.
