Wind blew aggressively thorough the night. The sky was moonless, starless.
The Kalahari sky wore a black cape that night.
It was the Night of Black Moon.
Darkheart, the Devil of all meerkats, was planning from his home in Hell.
The world, he knew, was rightfully his. Angels had always ruled over it, Angels, the meerkats of pure souls. He himself, the heartless emperor of all evil meerkats, had tried and failed many times to create an evil force to make the world his.
A jackal. He needed a jackal.
He had taken one, a cub. And he had possessed it.
Now he walked the world from withiin the jackal, commanding it's every move.
This jackal; he was not normal. Not only did Darkheart possess him, but this possession gave the jackal unthinkable strenth and feirocity.
It's claws were long and sharp as the beast nimbly sliced it's litter mate across the throat in their race to feed from their mother.
The mother jackal squealed in anger and fright. She smacked the possessed jackal across the face.
Three minutes later the mother was dead.
The jackal named itself Bloodfire; Bloodfire the Demon Jackal!
Bloodfire! He who would become ruler of the Kalahari....the immortal beast who would rise Darkheart to his throne!
It had been a peaceful night. A peaceful night in which a mother jackal gave birth to five cubs, in which it was silent and sleepy.
It had been a peaceful night, yes....
Untill Darkheart decided Bloodfire would destroy the Kalahari.