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Homicidal
Legacy Name: Homicidal

The Graveyard Telenine
Owner: MamaHyena

Age: 10 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 19th, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: August 10th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 4
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 19
   
• HP: 19/19
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Ionte shifted in the shadows. Snow covered the ground in a frigid blanket of ice and powder, perfectly concealing her movements as the wolf wandered through the forest. Ten years prior to her current life, Ionte lived peacefully with her mate and her pup. Together the three roamed the land, carelessly and humbly, for at that time they ruled the Woodlands. The creatures of thier territory neither feared them nor hated them; they took only what they needed for survival and ruled with a hand. A year had gone by, and her cub was was growing ever stronger, and with it his curiosity.

On one particularly chilly autumn evening, Ionte's young one wandered dangerously close to the forest's edge. She chastised him herded him back towards the confides of the trees, however as any young animal would he crept silently back towards the edges. Ionte and her mate stood by a creek, fishing when the fur of her back stood on edge. She stood rigid and listened; the forest had grown eerily quiet. Her ears swiveled and concentrated. Her nose poised delicately toward the wind and identified every scent. She froze suddenly, and glanced over at her mate - he had noticed it as well. The pungent and simultaneously gentle bouquet that lingered on the edge of the breeze.

Gunpowder.

Both wolves turned quickly and stealthily and headed towards the edge of their territory. Ionte spotted her cub first and started toward him. She weaved inaudibly through the trees, each step bringing her closer to her only offspring. Her breathing became a low pant, and her pace quickened. She would get her cub, then her, her mate and their young one could get away into the safety of the woods. Her mate followed behind her, his steps in tune with hers. They were so close now, just a few more steps and...

BANG. BANG.

Her cub hit the ground and Ionte stood still. The surrounding forest came alive for a brief second, the sound of the gunshots echoed painfully through the air. She took a step forward, not wanting to belive the scene that was in front of her. She turned around to face her mate and to her very eyes he too, lay on the ground, blood spattered across his silver-grey fur. Her brain froze. Ionte was stricken with grief and rage as well as conflicted with the fight or flight sensation building in her gut. She heard movement and her instincts took over. Ionte ran deeper into the forest, as fast as her legs would go. Her muscled ached, but her heart ached more.

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