Koda

On a dark night in the middle of a ruthless winter, three puppy's were slaughtered.

All three of the puppies were from the same litter and the only heirs of the pack. This attack was no doubt an attack on the Alpha, whom had no puppies to succeed him. The attack was in the midst on a dark, cold night, where their was no moon and no stars. When one looked down on the water this night, they would not see themselves in the water.

The Alpha of this pack wept and cried over the loss of his puppies. He cried, not because innocent lives were gone, but because his pack and life endeavors would fall flat.
One night, while the Alpha was walking around the forest, it began to hum. A faint soft hum, like the sound of ice. The leaves began to tap together and the grass began to spin. The air grew unusual, light and heavy, cold and hot. The Alpha's mind began to swim as he looked about him at the strange event.
"What is this magic?" He called out into the dark. He acted clueless, but he infact, knew what it was. It was the spirit of the forest. The one without a name. The one who wielded great power but never granted. The Alpha pressed his paws into the ground as the Earth below him began to shift. It will be different for me, He thought I am The Alpha of a pack destined for greatness.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him flipped. A sudden turn, upside down. For a moment, he felt his paws leave the ground but in a second, they were back their. He looked up around him. He was surrounded by a great forest, with creatures leaping from tree to tree. They were like fish, translucent. They glowed in many different colors. Purple. Red. Blue. Orange. Some even had waves of colors that shimmered down their bodies like tsunamis. The most noticable figure was right in front of him. A wolf, but not a wolf. A creature, but a god.
It had eyes of a million colors and a body that existed without purpose.
The Alpha stepped forwards proudly and spoke: "Creature of the Forests, I beg of you to give me a heir. I am desperate. My pack is dying and I cannot stand it. I beg of you please, I am not picky. You can give me anything for a heir as long as it is my blood."
The Creature of the Forests looked straight at him and straight past him. The Alpha felt his insides squeeze as the eyes of a God laid upon him. He tried not to cower, but when he spoke, his voice trembled: "Will you then?"
The forest began to hum, all the creatures working in sync. It was a comforting sound. A lullaby. Suddenly, all of the creatures of the forest snapped towards him, their heads twisting like an owls.
Then a voice spoke; "If it is greatness you want, I see it. If I grant you this heir your pack will be forever bound to me, Foraoise. Your existence will be at my fingers. My perfect puppets. Your lives will be strings that I steer. But! You will be known forever. The rest will tremble at your feet. Is this not the greatness you want?"
The Alpha shook, his fur bristling. "Y-Yes!!"
"Good," Foraoise spoke, " Then I give you your heir. He will be nothing great but he will build something so. I will give him a raven, to remind you of your pact."
The Alpha watched as lines began to weave in around the ground in front of him in the patterns of a puppy. When it was finished, his heir lie before him. A brown and white pup with big green eyes, like the forest. A whimper escaped Alpha's throat.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Foraoise chuckled, a cruel sound. "Return home and raise him. When he turns his first year, know that his birthday will be your last day."