Fay had grown up as a wolf demon, part of a mix breed pack. Within her lifetime, the war between the cat demons and the wolf demons had seemingly come to a halt. Everyone stayed in their areas and rarely came into conflict. They felt that there was no need for battle, so they ended training. This wasn't smart.
While Fay was still a younger pup, there was one night that shook her world. In the middle of the night, a small army of cat demons decided to rid their problem once and for all. They attacked the Grimsteal pack, amung otthers. The attack was fatal. Fay only escaped death from not being their. She and her favored wolf, Loki, slipped away into the darkened night earlier, spending yet another night in the forest.
When the young pups returned, the whole pack had been slaughtered. Fayra was taken in by the Kyra pack, a pack of pure breeds who thought of females as slaves. She learned nothing of battle, and was often beaten for no reason. She'd had enough. In secret, the wolfling trained herself to fight, to think. She learned some magic from her elven and Fae decendants, but she still couldn't fight.
Beaten for the final time, Fay left swiftly, and ran in search for a trainer. Her goal was to fight. She was determined to overturn the wolven society, to prove she was worth something. To gain revenge.
Though knowing her true concern was the wolf demons, she had a fear of cats. She knew it was them that caused this, but why? She feared cats.. And that's all she feared..
 Misty_Eyed_Fay · Mon Mar 28, 2005 @ 03:54pm · 0 Comments |
