White Death

Everyday it seemed another was born of a maliciouse nature, or so it was said. So many I have seen approach my mother with that look apon their face 'im a bad boy and you know it.' It made me want to laugh at them as they tried their hardest to impress her. Yet they said that they need not to impress her, so why were they there? Noone knew. It made me want to lunge out and take the expression on their facade away with one snap of my jaws. But instead, I watched, mocking them on the inside, my aura giving off no clue to my true feelings. I aggreed with them through words, not feelings, as I never did believe they had what it would take to be called a true skilled assasin. It is quite easy to kill another then it is to kill someone with skill and patients. I liked to cause destruction on ones inside than out. Physical pain could never hurt as much as the emotional. So why bother with such stupidity. The only true equines I would dare to call a true desperado that I had come across where Stalin, my uncle Racist, my parents Sin and Zera were borderline, and Volitiare. I held deep respect for them, and wished to meet others of THEIR kind. They were not wannabe's, they were the real thing, the ledgends. Those of the SYNS intrigued me so, like Rapscallion, Sepulchre, and Masacre. They were the only ones who I would believe in such tales as of now. As for Assualt, I knew very little of him, having never had an encouter with the beast, and never truly wanting to.

Standing here I represent those of the antipathy, born of their blood, raised of their nature. Still I do not count myself one of them, for I am no where near as of yet, but I am close. I am still young, I will make mistakes, though I am not as feeble as most. With time grows strength, with strength grows power, and with power grows greed. I loath the most part of the society, despise strong within my veins. And still I hold that as a secret, kept a mystery until it was my time to shine. When I was strong enough, powerful enough, and wise enough, only then would I go around telling others what I have known since my birth. To do otherwise would to risk one's life. A born warrior, training I still must attend to, as I am a master at the skill of war and battle, but am to young to have known everything yet. So with this I do what I was bred for, destroy with patients and true enjoyment. For you can only truely enjoy something if you savor it and make it last.

For now I spend my time learning all I can, rising to power, and waiting for what is to come. All throughout this, I let noone know of my true intentions, what I plan to be, or what my mind has working. I play my role as another trying to make it though the ranks, with the all the sincerness possible for one of such virulence.

Here I enter among these lands, deserted, or so they seem. I shall take the place as alpha here, and a new revolution would begin. I would take these pitful souls under my wing and lead them forever to greatness.

*Finola*

The medium sized artic female crept into the land.She lay at the alpha's paws hoping for acceptance into the pack.She was alone and needed a pack for survival and some type of socialization.She whined pittifully.