It was raining the day Ryku Kaiede died. She was the pride of the Dragon pack. She was to be alpha when the current alpha, Ukara Feit, stepped down. Now she was lying in a wooden box to be buried in a human cemetery.
Ukara growled. She was tense as she walked in front of the few left of her pack, just twenty or thirty Were's. "My pack, we have lost a great person, who will be very missed. She was to be our alpha. She was the most amiable person I've ever known, and the only one I will ever love. And now," Ukara paused, "we can't even give her a proper burial because of this war that took her from us in the first place!
"My people, let's raise our voices high in a requiem to Ryku Kaiede. Then, we will raise our powers high and we will show them what we can do! This war has taken far too many precious people from us. We will finish this in one final stand!" Ukara's crimson eyes flashed as she screamed her fury.
She watched in grim satisfaction as her pack cheered with her, sharing her anger.
That night, the Dragon pack of Fire country went to war with Sound. They fought perilously until there was only one of Dragon left. Ukara Feit stood before the wreckage that was formerly the city of Kantei of Fire country. Every one of her Were were dead, but, to her satisfaction so were the enemies.
Ukara drew the dagger –a gift from Ryku- from her boot. She then ran it across her wrists, tears running down her cheeks. This carnage for the fall of a single section of the Sound pack. It wasn't worth her Werewolves and she would pay for it with her life.
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A Company from Leaf pack arrived as soon as they could. They'd been deployed as backup to Dragon pack. Tsunade, the alpha of Leaf herself was with this company, for what Sound pack had done to Ryku Kaide, a dear friend of the woman's, was unforgivable.
But as she neared the village, she saw the bodies, and saw that no one lived. Her heart cried in anguish. They were too late, too late to save them.
That was when she came upon a body that stood out from the others. It was the body of Ukara Feit, the body of one of her closest friends. She dropped to her knees beside the silver-haired woman, sorrow ripping her soul in two as she saw that the mortal wound was self-inflicted.
:We've arrived too late.: She mentally sent to her Company.
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The next day, the funeral pyre was still burning. Tsunade carried one final body to be added to the bodies of the Dragon pack. Ukara Feit's body was last to be entered to the pyre, for Tsunade could not bear the finality of it.
For the seasoned warrior that she was, her soul still ripped every time another of her friends or Were's were killed. This war, The Second Great Werewolf War, had taken too many from her. She had to find a way to end it somehow.
"A rose for the mourned on this night-lit day." She whispered turning her face skyward, a tear slipping down her finely boned cheek as she threw a rose into the pyre.
She wouldn't come late again.
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AN: I'm hoping to touch on the Dragon pack a little more...Eh, we'll see...This was just a little...erm...background on the Dragon pack.