--2098 B.C.--Asha The Wolf King is what i had been named when I conquered the throne of Egypt. It was said that I growled like a wolf as I attacked my prey. Feral and unyielding. I had my canines sharpened into fangs before I attacked to intimidate my opponents. Baring my teeth as I lay my axe into their skulls and spines. And at the ripe age of 16 at that. They looked haunted.
The Pharoah had decided to take my wife as his own after pillaging my village. I had been weak and I would never be so stupid as to go unprepared again. He would pay with blood and tears. I would have his very soul.
How stupid he was to fuck with a wolf's mate.
As I made my way into the throneroom he was waiting for me with guards. I snarled at them and slaughtered them one by one in his face as viciously as possible. They landed a few slices but I never stopped or wavered in ferocity. So the heads rolls across the floor. As I whipped around to look at him, covered in blood, I caught him staring at the severed heads of his most valuable guards. The look in his caused triumph to fill my spirit. I quelled it down as I remembered who I came for.
I stalked up on him, anger flowing."Hotep, where is my wife?" His eyes widened to saucers. I bared my teeth in his face."Bring me Aslam now," I roared. He shook his head incrippling fear. That look he gave would haunt my dreams and my nightmares. He knew what he had done to my baby, my beloved. "She…she no longer lives..im so-", before he could finish I tore into his neck with my fangs and ripped his throat out in rage.
Spitting out the chunks, I raised my axe and brought it down with such ferocity that it went clean through his neck and into the gold of the throne leaving a scar. I dropped my axe stumbled forward holding my chest. My breaths came in short bursts as my heart tore into peices."She is gone..she is gone..she is.." I couldn't feel the blood on my skin nor the cuts that littered my body. There was only the pain in my chest. She had been my first love, my best friend, and my soul mate. I wanted to follow her in death. This life was nothing. This throne meant nothing without her.
"My Queen," I howled in pain. My voice echoed through the halls mocking me. My face twisted into anger. A maniacal laugh split through my throat. "Ra, have you forsaken me!" My voice was raw but I cared not.
"You dare mock me? I will have your soul," I growled at the spirits and the Gods that watched me. I had surely been forsaken.
Hashanah, my second in command, burst into the room. Upon seeing the tears streaking my face she bowed her head."She is gone…she is.." As the shock faded and the pain became unbearable i felt something building inside me that could not be held in. I fell to my knees on the golden tiles and roared my pain so loud that I swear she could hear it. Hashanah rushed to my side and put her arms around me in vein as her own tears fell. Letting me mourn my Queen. Her comfort could have just well been nonexistent, but I would never forget it despite this.
The sheer sound of my roar would live on to be passed down through generations. They would tell of the insane Wolf King running into battle with "his" teeth bared. How he ripped the flesh from all of his enemy's throats. How he slaughtered the Pharoah with his hands and bathed in his blood. How his screams for his dead mate echoed throughout the city and woke the dead.
Sometimes if you stayed up on a full moon you could still hear him screaming his mate's name with bloodcurdling ferocity. You could hear his blasphemous words cursing the Gods above for taking his only reason for sanity.
They called it the story of "The Pharoah and the Mad Wolf King." How fitting.
