Vaλλεψ θζ Vεπa
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The scent of blood clung to everything.
It sank into the dirt, soaked fur, curled through the air. Nox'legion, soon to be known as Saturn, stood at the edge of the clearing, his breath shallow and chest tight. Behind him, wolves howled, their snarls thick with triumph and madness, echoing into the hollow skulls that hung from the bone-twined trees. Another offering had been made—another life taken in the name of power.
His paws were still stained red, though he hadn't sunk his teeth into the carcass. At least not this time.
Across the fire, Nox'era stood tall, his fur sleek and dark with blood, muzzle dripping. His eyes gleamed—the same sharp golden yellow Saturn had inherited, though his own burned with a different kind of fire.
Panic. Repulsion. Fury.
"I told you not to flinch, Legion" his father snarled, voice low and venom-laced, only loud enough for Saturn to hear. "you look weak."
Saturn stared at him. At the pack around them. Wolves crazed on violence, faces painted with gore and glory. His brother Nox'viscra grinned like a jackal nearby, small bones braided into the fur of his chest.
"You do this and call it honor," Saturn growled under his breath. "You kill loners, trespassers, pups, and call it offering. You wear the dead like trophies. And you call me weak?"
Nox'era stepped closer, voice hushed and full of threat. "Don't forget who made you."
Saturn didn't falter. "I haven't. That's the problem."
The larger wolf laughed low in his throat. "You've always been soft. Like your mother." His head tilted towards a set of particularly low hanging bones. "Pity."
Saturn said nothing. But something in him shifted then. Broke clean and sharp like an ice-cracked river.
That night, when the camp grew quiet, Saturn slipped through the sleeping masses and into the trees. The moonlight shimmered on his sleek fur as he crept back, low and silent, past the guards too drunk on flesh and blood to notice.
He found Nox'era alone, half-asleep in his den of twisted roots and antlers, his back turned.
Saturn didn't hesitate.
There was no howl. No speech. No sound. Only a blur of teeth and rage and the crack of a neck snapping beneath his jaws. The smell of blood filled the den again—thicker, somehow—more final.
He left before the sun rose.
But not fast enough.
Two days later, the small party found him—his brother among them. The fight was brutal. Saturn survived by instinct alone, his left eye torn from his skull, but his legs still carried him. Over rock and ice, through storm and shadow, he ran.
And he didnt stop running.
Not until the trees grew taller. The air grew colder. And the blood smell finally faded.
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Leaders :
Σaτurn 01-25-2022 to 05-06-2025
Vεπus (current) 01-10-2025 to 00-00-0000
The scent of blood clung to everything.
It sank into the dirt, soaked fur, curled through the air. Nox'legion, soon to be known as Saturn, stood at the edge of the clearing, his breath shallow and chest tight. Behind him, wolves howled, their snarls thick with triumph and madness, echoing into the hollow skulls that hung from the bone-twined trees. Another offering had been made—another life taken in the name of power.
His paws were still stained red, though he hadn't sunk his teeth into the carcass. At least not this time.
Across the fire, Nox'era stood tall, his fur sleek and dark with blood, muzzle dripping. His eyes gleamed—the same sharp golden yellow Saturn had inherited, though his own burned with a different kind of fire.
Panic. Repulsion. Fury.
"I told you not to flinch, Legion" his father snarled, voice low and venom-laced, only loud enough for Saturn to hear. "you look weak."
Saturn stared at him. At the pack around them. Wolves crazed on violence, faces painted with gore and glory. His brother Nox'viscra grinned like a jackal nearby, small bones braided into the fur of his chest.
"You do this and call it honor," Saturn growled under his breath. "You kill loners, trespassers, pups, and call it offering. You wear the dead like trophies. And you call me weak?"
Nox'era stepped closer, voice hushed and full of threat. "Don't forget who made you."
Saturn didn't falter. "I haven't. That's the problem."
The larger wolf laughed low in his throat. "You've always been soft. Like your mother." His head tilted towards a set of particularly low hanging bones. "Pity."
Saturn said nothing. But something in him shifted then. Broke clean and sharp like an ice-cracked river.
That night, when the camp grew quiet, Saturn slipped through the sleeping masses and into the trees. The moonlight shimmered on his sleek fur as he crept back, low and silent, past the guards too drunk on flesh and blood to notice.
He found Nox'era alone, half-asleep in his den of twisted roots and antlers, his back turned.
Saturn didn't hesitate.
There was no howl. No speech. No sound. Only a blur of teeth and rage and the crack of a neck snapping beneath his jaws. The smell of blood filled the den again—thicker, somehow—more final.
He left before the sun rose.
But not fast enough.
Two days later, the small party found him—his brother among them. The fight was brutal. Saturn survived by instinct alone, his left eye torn from his skull, but his legs still carried him. Over rock and ice, through storm and shadow, he ran.
And he didnt stop running.
Not until the trees grew taller. The air grew colder. And the blood smell finally faded.
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Leaders :
Σaτurn 01-25-2022 to 05-06-2025
Vεπus (current) 01-10-2025 to 00-00-0000
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