a shadow over the land

White paws lightly kissed the rocky terrain of the pass, the touch surprisingly gentle for the height of the wolf stalking the land. Sk?ll, the youngest Hr??vitnisson, had come to the land at last. Blue eyes gleamed in the angelic visage as he surveyed the area, nose quivering as he read the scents there. At least some of his family members had traveled this road some time in the recent past - he could smell his brother Loki and, fainter, the scent of the Betrayer, the Defiler... Hati.


A snarl temporarily contorted the childish face at the scent, before vanishing as quickly as it had come. Surely, he would avenge his father or die trying, but there were far greater causes that took priority over that one for now. The empire in the north had fallen with the death of Hr??vitnir, for Vili was incapable of carrying on the legacy and refused to hand the pack over to any of the true heirs who remained in the pack. Yes, Hr??vitnir had made Vili his heir, but only to galvanize his sons into working harder to deserve the pack. He had no way of knowing that in such a short time he would be betrayed and murdered by the same foul creature he had such high hopes for. And now... all the true heirs, Sk?ll's older siblings who had strayed without the guiding hand of their father, they were needed more than ever, and it was up to him, the youngest of them all, to bring them back to the family fold. To found the Empire his father had dreamed of.

The young wolf continued on his way down the pass, wondering as he did how large this land was... how long it would take him to find what he sought.



"Speech"

My declaration embedded deep under my skin

A permanent reminder of how it began

No hesitation when I am commanded to strike

You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life