Ranger Alpha Wolf
Finding my soul-brother:
Abandoned by my family I grew up in a strange town. I was raised by a pit fighting boss who was a former hunter himself. All I knew was I was not allowed to have a normal life. I was just cursed or blessed depending on who you talked to. I was lucky for the kindness of my master. He took me in and agreed to keep me around after I was left. The others were too frightened by my odd eyes and ears. He wasn’t scared. He saw a purpose in me. He had a use for me.
I searched the edges of town, wishing I could leave, knowing I could survive out in the sands if I had a reason to go. A long time ago, before the fights started, my master and I would hunt. Cash flowed freely into his purse as we brought back some of the more rare creatures that roamed the night outside of town. I learned from watching him how he moved and what he studied so that I could find my way back to town. I listened to see how to take care when a sandstorm approached. Those days long ago I was small but I was strong. Only as he got older did our hunts cease and he learned of a new way to profit from the pain of the beasts. This is how the fights started.
My master purchased animals of all sorts and laid down odds on who might win. Over the years he had many friends who would come and wager on his shows. I became just a shadow the loped around our den. I always wished to go back out on the hunt but master wouldn’t hear any of it. When I had a chance, I tried to show kindness to some of the animals that fought. All sorts of beasts were collected and brought to my master to see if he would fight them. Many came and went. Many of them I buried in the sands with my own hands. One of those I did not have to bury. One of them just didn’t lose a fight. This is how he came to know my friend, Chigaru.
He was a fierce fighter and survived nine fights before our life changed. I would bandage him after he was cut. I managed to steal some herbs for him after his cheek was so swollen his eye would barely open. I tried to ease his suffering and I thought at the time he knew I was trying to help him. He never bristled at me the way he did at my master or any of the other people that would shout for him to win or lose. One night, though, after the last fight, in which he crippled the cat’s foreleg joint between his strong jaws. He savored the quick kill as he bit into the loser’s neck. The crowd didn’t seem to mind that it only took a few seconds for the fight to end. As Chigaru tore out the throat, the blood sprayed like a fountain out of the fighting pit and into the crowd. The thunderous roar seemed like a fitting end for a match. Chigaru wasn’t done.
After the crowd left I was cleaning when I heard him. He was a little too deep in the booze when he decided to taunt my friend. For some fool reason he decided he would let Chigaru out of his pen. He wanted to see him loose. He wanted to feel what it was like to have that feeling after a fresh kill. He mistakenly thought he was the mighty hunter. He didn’t know it would be Chigaru who was the one that was the killer.
As I heard the shout from the pens I ran out into the darkness. Master was already on the ground struggling to sit up. Chigaru was holding him down with his jaws on master’s throat. I called out to ask him to stop, but as he let go, I saw it was already too late. Master’s neck was severed and blood oozed out from the wounds. I ran to check on him but there was nothing to be done.
I looked to Chigaru, angry at what he had done. Now what would I do? Where would I go and how would I survive? My friend seemed to know my heart. He looked out into the dark and started to trot away. At the edge of our house he paused and looked back. I did not understand completely at the time, but I knew he was asking me if I was coming. I stood and shouted for him to wait for me. All I knew is that I could not stay here. I ran back inside and took what I could carry. My pack was soon full of food and clothing. I took master’s sword and armor. If nothing else I could trade them to someone along the way. I grabbed his bow. In this new life I must hunt for my own dinner.