MINECRAFT
Life of a Wolf
Prologue
I am Tempus the wolf. Though, most of the wolves in my pack call me Bad. Yes, I know it's odd, but if they need help, they'll say:
"Hey Bad, could I have some help?"
You can use either name. My true name though, is neither. Now, don't call me weak, or dumb, and do not call me a woosie. If so, then the next time you play Minecraft, I will literally rip you to shreds and devour you. Anyway, I will now tell you my story.
I was not raised in an ordinary pack. We are… well, I guess I should say we were different. We did not have white fur like all other wolves. We had grey fur. And, I don't mean to brag, but we were stronger, faster, and more intelligent. Those three things still stand in me. We could make a hunting plan. A trap. Or an ambush. We could even calculate stealthy paths.
Our pack worked in this specific way:
The mother will raise her cubs as well as she can. Once they get to a certain age, they will find a way to prove their ability. The most common way is by fighting another wolf. If they succeed, they will be accepted into the pack. If they fail to do this, they will probably be ripped to shreds. If they're lucky, they will be able to escape and find another pack to try and get into. From what we knew, that mostly didn't worked too well.
I was raised well and I proved my ability in a different way. Everyone was still asleep when I woke up to arrows flying past my head, explosions, fire, and a lot of blood. I knew what was happening:
Griefers.
That was the day that I figured out how well my mother had actually raised me. Most of the other wolves were wounded. I went from player to player mauling down each one and fiercely killing them. Soon, all of them were dead on the ground, and all there was to hear was fire crackling, and a little bit of wolves suffering.
After what seemed like a while of surprised wolves starring at me, the Alpha finally spoke.
"Ummm… accepted…"
And that's how things start.