They call me Shadow,though that is not my real name. I'm a wanderer, forever walking through forests and arctic tundras, searching for a purpose. Yet in my four سال effort... I have repeatedly failed... This is where my story began...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That سال held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' بھیڑیا pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' بھیڑیا pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' بھیڑیا pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a محفوظ haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' بھیڑیا pack member took care of me for the اگلے month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is کہا to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any بھیڑیا here for any information on a Black, White, یا for good measure a Red بھیڑیا in the area...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That سال held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' بھیڑیا pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' بھیڑیا pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' بھیڑیا pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a محفوظ haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' بھیڑیا pack member took care of me for the اگلے month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is کہا to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any بھیڑیا here for any information on a Black, White, یا for good measure a Red بھیڑیا in the area...
I was in the forest and all the sudden a group of wolves attacked me. I tore them up. Blood was all over the snow and my fur. The blood tasted good for some reason.When I had left the valley a few human had followed me. The human tranquilized me and took me to a testing facility in Nevada called area 51. They injected me with this serum that had a strange golden color. When I was injected with it I had the strongest urge I've ever felt to kill everything in that room and I couldn't control it... It was one of my rampages I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins and then the incredible strength that the serum gave me was a major threat. Then I tore out the sergon's neck and then the other three. The door opened and six security guard scrambled to see where I was but I was already out of the facility I had crawled through the vents and jumped over their fences. There was a defect to the serum though, it turned my فر, سمور black...