"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Groups from both sides chanted as their leaders were locked in a duel to the death in the circle around them.
"Come on Chief!" a wolf-like creature shouted from one side.
"Go Master!" another wolf-like creature yelled from the other.
At this moment, two tribes have crossed paths and when that happens, nothing but a duel shall come as the result. That is, as long as the tribe's leader (Chief and Master in this case) is with the pack. If the leader is with their tribe and crosses another with their leader, a small posse or the main tribe itself, a fight of dominance breaks out.
From there, the leaders fight till death. The victor then gains right over the tribe of the fallen leader and the loser death.
Mainly those fights happen when a tribe is moving to a new location due to size or lack of game. Such as now, the Master tribe had grown too big for the area of forest they inhabited, though they could have avoided this duel. Everyone in the forest knew who lived here.
The Chief tribe one of the most feared tribes in the forest (so are the Masters). No one messed with them. From their size to their fighters, no one dared to even come near them.
That is, most avoided the tribe.
Though this is the exact reason the Masters came. They wanted to be most feared. They wanted all of the forest and not have to fear going to close to the Chief tribe.
The duel continued on, and Chief was losing. A blue, hedgehog –like figure asserted his way to the front of the bundle and shouted, "Come on Dad! You can't lose!"
Roars, well they were more like howls, erupted from the Chief tribe hearing the hedgehog's words.
Actually, hedgehog is an incorrect term. He was really a werehog, and by the name of Sonic none the less. Sonic was the son of Chief and heir to the tribe once he found a mate.
Another werehog from the Master tribe side laughed darkly and caught Sonic's attention.
"Do you really think that you will win this duel?" he mocked. "I am afraid to tell you, but we will win this duel."
Howls blared from the Master tribe by the dark werehog's comment as the Chiefs growled.
"And you are right, my son," Master spoke. Chief was on the ground and appeared not to be moving. "The hog was too soft. It would have been more fun if he actually trained."
Sonic growled. He has seen his father train time after time again, through days and nights, and week after week. Though Sonic knew that his father was weak to be a Chief. Sure, Chief was the strongest in the tribe, as they say, but everyone knew that his son Sonic was the one will the drive to fight. Not to mention the skills to show it, but he wasn't leader and now he never could be.
A/N: Man have I been dead for the past months! The reason for stating this even though I need to finish my others I'll never know.
In other news, here's my new story! I plan to keep the chapter short and somewhat suspenseful. It'll help me for what to put in a chapter and I'll hopefully update more often.
Till we read again!
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