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What I originally wanted to first post here, but I got a little 'sidetracked' with a very annoying task. This story was created for my Fursona, which I have absolutely no artwork for. (Though I am running some rough drafts, and I hope I will get a little better at sketching.) These chapters are short, very short, but should sound intriguing and well written. And I should be able to post regularly.

EDIT: I have done a full re-write of this chapter, and I am planning on re-writing all of the rest of them while updating the latest chapters. I may keep them as close to the original length as well to save a little bit of time.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Death's Silhouette

Under the eternal glow of moonlight, a cold gripped silence held me, overtook me in the bitter thoughts of dishonor. An honest battle between two warriors but none have ever seen a weapon so rare. Fire from a dragons head forged on a steel staff that challenged that of a pike; the image was still very clear in my mind. The pain was just clear, pain and the hot blood that ran past my paws; pain from my chainmail shattering like glass, and the pain of knowing a sound that deafened and shook me to my core. Suddenly my hand tightened and, like on cue, I coughed up thick red blood onto the dirty road I traveled through. A small shady town in the middle of a mountain that led to pointless seconds before an alleyway showed itself to me. Familiar to my eyes I stepped slowly through it only to lose my balance, and gracefully catch myself against the wooden wall that boxed me in. Softly angel-wings would unfurl and whisper a name "Senshi No Hato" The Warriors Dove. Whatever she called me it was enough to let me carry on even though I knew, somewhere inside I knew, it was pointless. No matter how much love I gave, I would never get any back in return. Quickly my legs buckled under the stress of the rain where I met face-to-face with the answer. I was a half-bred mutt. The black wolf-like fur spread across my body with that cursed marking, dark blue under the moonlight; how I hated it so! Born with a curse that would spread like a plague and ruin lives of everyone I knew; how I would be nothing, and get nothing but loneliness.

Stretching to my knees with my paw soaked in blood I watched with fading eyes as the water and blood swirled in my reflection before me. Am I really that pathetic? A dog sitting in the rain just waiting for death to overtake him; that's what I was, nothing but a blind and loyal lapdog and now I could do only one thing. My Wakizashi pressed against my chest right below the rib-cage and angled up and waiting for only I could drive this swords' cold steel and end my life. That was what a sword was born to do ending lives 'How is this honor?' As if a light from heaven the moon broke a section of the clouds to shine against the silver blade. Blood ran down the backside; blood that came from my paws. 'That's right, I can have faith and keep carrying on.' Without any second thought I sheathed the sword away and forced myself to stand. Success, I looked away from the skies in disgust shortly thereafter. I didn't need any god... Not anymore anyway. The whole world spun, I was starting to fade in and out when a howl touched the wind. A beautiful symphony that brushed against my folded ears and to the wind I heard a reply ahead. Switching paws I noticed I could hardly focus on the one in front of my face, even the stench was hard to catch onto. Finally, finally I knew my place in town and hurried to the tavern expecting to hear the sounds of drunken pain and laughter; knowing that there would be somebody there as there was the night before. But tonight there was nothing. Only dust that swayed in the wind from the dirt road illuminating the world in soft silver crystals - or so it looked as thus. Finally a sound touched me, I was breathing. Labored, hot breaths touched the cold summer night and with fresh tears I knew only one thing

I wasn't dead yet. My feet dragged on through town, drawing blood against the walls and lagging on and on and on until finally I met myself at the edge of town. A single torch began to burn until fading into the night where a red moon took place. My eyes stared back into town as it was empty, no light, no sounds, so I kept walking and walking until I reached a hilltop where, in the morning, one would expect to see beautiful flowers. I fell to my knees and regardless of my breed; I was still a wolf inside. One howl, my first, my last stretched against a moon that covered the sky as my body crumpled in blood with the face of the female I put my heart to. One single howl replied and that was enough for me to embrace my death on a cold summer's night; a beautiful cold night.