Time had ways of playing tricks on people, when what seems to be a gift, can soon turn into a curse as the wheels of time spins slowly round. The long age of the Wolf-Pigs was looked upon as a gift by many, there years of life could well go over 300 years, but even this has a horrible taint to it. While they lived onwards, they soon left there human friends behind in a faded memory, where recalling even the most basic details became a strain to an already tired mind.
Fang gasped for breath when his lungs suddenly had forgotten the job they had been doing for well over 320 years. Had they forgotten, or were they just tired? Wanting to end there long life of work. Wind Fang felt as if the ground beneath him lost all its texture and he was floating. No, he was drifting upwards, breaking away from his body and the earth leaving everything behind him, he no longer needed to worry about his tribe, his pups and his humans.
The moment past and Fang found his breath again, reality pounded itself back onto him and he struggled onwards, as every muscle in his body groaned and complained with every step and breath.
Living a long life also meant spending more time as an old man, and Fangs life has been espically long.
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"Prehaps you need some help old man?" The sneering face of Black Claw welcomed Fang to his home. Black Claw was young by Wind Fangs standards but to others he was old and strong, the perfect candidate for the new head of the tribe. His mother couldn't have picked a less suiting name for the Wolf-Pig, who's fur was a strange grey and yellow and who's claws and teeth were pure white and very sharp. Head strong and arrogent, Black Claws simple hatred was completely directed towards Fang.
"The time i need your help to walk is the time I walk away from the tribe!" Fang growled back.
The smile on Black claws face only grew longer, "So I repeat the question, do you need some help old man?"
The two suddenly locked in gaze and were circling each other, growling and bearing fangs, rage and lust of power taking over them. Fang knew he had little chance of winning after such a hard hunt and it angered him even more knowing that Black Claw knew this and had set it up.
"Enough!" Stone Claw put himself between Fang and Black claw and baired his teeth at the insulant "pup". "Show the proper respect young fool! This is your leader! Have you been brought up by Dragons!? There is a time and place for such matters as this to be resolved, or would you like to take on the will of the tribe?"
Black Claw looked angered by the interuption and looked ready to attack and kill the two old "men", which Fang feared he might be able to do, but the young one put down his head and started walking backwards.
"Of course, I was mearly concerned for my leader, that is all. I look forward to the time of the birth and the meeting of the tribes, where I'm sure such matters will be offically resolved. . ."
It wasn't until after they were sure Black Claw was out of sight and hearing range did the two speak to each other.
"You had best be more weary of him Fang, I don't like the way he looks at you."
"Nor I. But one such as him will never run this tribe, espically as long as I'm alive."
"We are old Fang, our time is long past. You should think of who is to take your place, we won't be going on these hunts for much longer. The Spirits know I won't! The tribe needs a new strong leader and if the matter is left unresolved Black will become leader."
"He will not and I have more years left in me before I give it away to just anybody." With that Fang walked into his home and fell asleep quickly, his body and mind ready for the rest. Stone Claw shook his head and returned to his pups.
Stupid old fool. Our time has long gone. . . what is he waiting for. . . no one will replace Krone and he knows it. If only he could just let go. <p><table border="2" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="2"> <tr> <td>
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Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/uchoark.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Choark</A] at: 4/28/02 4:23:59 pm