I'VE BEEN BENT ON REVENGE
The Dane Prince was angry, tired, frustrated. The entirety of his life he had spent with the loss of his title, his throne, his family. He was practically shunned from his family, the remaining at least. Erik was his only competition in his plan. His plan. He was going to get all of his titles back. Granted, Kublai had it all when his father was still alive. His father he never got to even know. All he knew was the talk of his legend. The man of the largest family tree in all of Starfall. The conqueror. He once held the largest pack in the realm. But he was too bloodthirsty. Too vengeful. His downfall was that of the very woman who bore Fenrir. Soraya. She blessed him with his name before she disappeared. He was named after the Norse tradition his father instilled in most of his children, and was named after the Ragnarok bringer, a god. Yet, he was orphaned from birth.
And on these tales, on these dreams of becoming everything his father couldn't reach, he grew up in rage. A focused rage. His paws hit the cold snow, he was practically exiled by his family. Given the title of a god damned Lambda. A hunter. Not even a soldier. Kublai would pay. With Lova, Fenrir's sisters, disappearance, he was no longer even seen as a royalty. A snarl hit from his lips as he thought of it all. His mismatched eyes pushed to the direction of Kublai's den. Today he would pay. Heavy snow had poured from the sky, making it nearly impossible to see past all the rows of trees. He took a step and immediately curled his spine upward in pain, a groan wailing from his jaws as he closed his eyes. A wailing screech left his mouth as he panted heavily.
---KUBLAI---
The Khan had grown anxious in the winter days. Pacing back and forth. Lovas scent was on the wind months before, but lost again. Just out of his grasps. He needed to produce more children for the treaty, as did the other Alphas. But he felt he was falling short, he was failing. Hawthorne was covered, Ranjord too. But most were too few, and the increasing tension filled the realm. He could feel it. He left his den, the den he once shared with his beloved. His peacock plume flicked in the snow, trailing behind him as he began his daily pace. The snow felt painful, but freeing. He needed the pain. He needed to feel. Just as he began to think of what his options were again, a new kind of pain hit him. He was ripped by his torso from the ground and tossed into the frozen rocks of the stone hills. Blood splattered the snow and his pelt of white. ”What the-” He struggled to get out, his breath knocked from his lungs. His gaze lifted as he stumbled to catch his footing. A bear? No. Fenrir.
---FENRIR---
A monstrous chuckle left the jaws of the Dane who stood twice in size. He now has the Bjorn bloodline, of a murderous polar bear. Blood soaked his maw. His stare bore into his brother-in-law. "I have dreamt of this moment since I was a meer pup." He sneered. "You, Kublai. Have taken everything from me. Of course not by choice of your own, not to want to hurt the child everyone in the pack felt pity for. The poor orphan of the Mad Dane King and the Queen who murdered him in cold blood." He spoke, lifting his head as an ice spike impaled Kublai through his torso. A scream left the peafowl. "I was too young to take the throne. Too weak. But now," He laughed, watching the blood trail from Kublai. "Now, the Gods have gifted me power. They favor me, for you have failed this pack, this lineage." He grinned, stepping closer as Kublai gasped for breath, struggling for his life. "I suppose for the sake of my sister I will make this quick." His smile fell as he reached the bleeding Khan. His massive jaws latched onto Kublais neck and twisted sharply. He watched the life drain from Kublais eyes.
Massive paws struck the snow covered earth as he made his way to the meeting grounds. A grin on his face as he climbed the throne of ice that still stood solid from his father. Thankfully, it was large enough to hold two. His crown fell back in a howl, blood still thick on his jaws as he called forth the pack. He’d wait for them to venture in before beginning his speech. Surely they were confused. A devilish grin covered his jaws. "Hello, friends. So glad you could all meet with me here." He said with a sneer. ”I will cut to the chase, Kublai is dead and Lova is still missing. I killed Kublai, in my fathers law of wanting his title. I am your new King." He spoke proudly. His head raised high to the sky as snow fell still. "Rankings will remain intact, laws will be kept to how my father had them as well. However, the peace treaty will soon be nothing more than a whisper in the wind. I will be meeting with the other Alphas directly after this meeting. Should you, my brothers and sisters who reside, still wish to continue with your affairs that were previously arranged, feel free. But I will be threatening war against the packs who do not offer me a Princess bride. I will collect nine brides, one of each pack, and we will get our numbers once again to the top."
He rose an ice platform in the center of the packlands. "As per my fathers rule, all unclaimed females must step up onto the altar to be claimed. I have business to attend to, so tend to it yourselves." He looked at each of their faces, a grin as he leapt from his throne. "Meeting concluded."
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