Real life? . . . I haven’t known a real life since the war. I used to live with my mate and cubs with my pack deep within a forgotten forest of our home world. Most of Amaroq Prime had become fully modernized, but some packs, like ours stayed away from the cities. No animosities were felt between us and the modern wolves, but we still remained separate for the sake of keeping with own kind. We all lived in peace and harmony for untold eons, then they came . . . hairless creatures from the stars, called them selves . . . Human.
For a few years the trade with the . . . Humans seemed like a blessing to the modern wolves. New technologies, medicines and this ability called magic. We the old ones . . . we moved deeper into the forest not liking the humans or what they brought, it wasn’t natural, even more unnatural than what the modern wolves had brought into existence. It wasn’t long before this incident was all but forgotten. My mate and I were beginning to grey and our cubs were looking for mates of their own, truly, life was good. Then a report came in, one of our trades-wolves, she brought news that a war had broken out in the central hub of the largest city . . . a war among wolves. They fought over ridiculous things, this money, useless paper and bits of metal, gold and silver, meaningless minerals used for building and embellishments. The Humans had corrupted our world and reaped the rewards, a world with no pollution and more resources than anyone civilization could ever hope for, all they had to do is wait for us to kill each other off.
Unfortunately for the humans we worked our differences and peace slowly blanketed or civilization once again. The Humans became impatient and decided to raid the smaller cities killing everyone they met and bombed the largest cities hoping to whip our species. We, the old ones would have been safe if not for a trader, he was not tortured, his family not threatened . . . all it took was a simple bribe of a substance that had some hallucinogen property. He told where all the hidden packs were located.
I had recently moved into position of alpha of our pack and I moved that we advance on them before they came for us, we had no idea what we were up against. Their weapons were strong and they also used magic. One weapon in particular, The Black Dragon, a grenade mixing magic and torture . . . The acid within painfully dissolved the body away as the magic kept the victim alive until every last molecule was gone. I know all too well how this hellish weapon works. . . The raiding party known as Envy’s Wrath found our pack, they were known for their unusually cruel methods, primarily the Black Dragon. We held our grounds for seven nights, but it was a losing battle. Their forces were great and we were few, our numbers quickly dwindled away until what few were left was held up in the central burrow. What they did next I’ll never forgive. . . after taking us as captives they forced the males to watch as their mates and cubs became victims of the Black Dragon. . .Held in place with their magic not even able to turn away from the horrific scene of their loved ones being devoured alive by the acidic enzyme. . . and to add further pain I was the last to go, not only did I have to watch my pack be killed in front of me, I had to watch as my mate and cubs were treated to the same torture. . . my eldest cub with child with my grandchildren and my mate also carrying my next son. . . and if that wasn’t enough I wasn’t even granted a death to follow them to the great heaven above. . . They disassembled one of the grenades and poured the acidic enzyme on my legs and right arm and watched as it eat away at my appendages. . . Once they had their fun the amputated the effected arm and legs and left me for dead. One useful arm and a pistol, needless to say I didn’t use it.
Many years has passed since then and many wars I have seen as a hired mercenary, but no clues have been found to say who betrayed us, but I will not give up. I will find that trader and make him pay, by any means necessary.
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