The Legacy of The Peaceful Warrior
The Legacy of The Peaceful Warrior
By: HumphreyKate4ever
"The Arctic is fucking cold. I've lived here so long. That it is sad. Cold. Snow. Ice. Loneliness. WHY! WHY! Did I have to be born? The world is hell! Why?" The Light-grey wolf ran into the blizzard. He ran. He was gone. With the wind. The Arctic is a wasteland, desolated frozen hell, it was rare to come across a wolf. That wasteland had one rule kill or be killed. He had learned to live in an icebox. To him, he was a mistake, worthless, waste of space. Deep in him was to fragment of a past life. A life of hope, joy, happiness, and fun. One day that life came to an end, one projectile hit him. It left enough damage. Enough, Enough damage for that wall of hope, his life's goal, to crack. The crack grew unbelievable quick. Moments later, the crack was the great canyon in his heart. Crashing down like a wall of glass. As the great wall fell its shattered remains rained hell on everything below. Hope for a future in his home was gone. He had to leave that place it hurt too much to stay. As, time went by he grew to hate Winston, his old pack leader, for not letting him be an alpha. He also blamed himself. He should not have aimed for the star with love. Though, he had done it many times before and succeed. Not that time, not that time. If he would have stayed it might have turned out differently. He would never get the chance though. The blizzard raged on with force. The wolf smelled a deer, found it, and tore the poor animal's throat out. As the fresh blood of the old deer flood his mouth he sat down. He had learned to savor every bite form the life of an isolation. The sun was making its way to the horizon, for where the moon switched. Like every day for as long he will be a lone wolf. Yes, life was hard, so he got tougher.