Legends of Belariath
Crixwolf
Life for me began in the now defunct pack known as The Velvet Claw. I was born to the wolven Jeter and Leoni. They were the betas of the pack under Quazzar and Ebony. Life in the pack was calm and peaceful for many years. When I was of age I became one of the young hunters of the pack gathering small prey to sell in the stores.
When I reached the age of 12 decention and fighting between pack members began. It soon spread though the whole pack...freinds were fighting freinds.....family members were fighting with each other..some even killed thier freinds or family. Before long the pack was gone...members left to find other packs..or strike out on thier own.
My family and I wandered from town to town in search of work and shelter. One day we came to the town of Fernridge, there my father found work and after a while was able to buy a house for us. He then opened his own store..a weapons shop. I helped him out around the shop for the next few years...cleaning up, making sure the stock was neat. All was well til the day an orge came to town and entered our shop. He came over to my father and acussed him of selling faulty weapons. My father argued with him that he didn't..but the orge wouldn't listen then got angered enough that he chalanged my father to a fight outside.
My father accepted against my mother's and my wishes and grabbed a sword and headed outside. My mother and I followed him and the orge out of the shop and into the street. We pleaded again but the fight had already started. My father was a good fighter and quite agile he held his own against the orge til the ogre decided to cheat and threw dust into my father's eyes blinding him...then with a swing of his axe beaheaded my father.
My mother and I stood there stunned as the orge laughed and plodded off. We then snaped out of out trance and ran to my father's body and took him back into the shop and a few days later buired him. Soon after my mother died and I was left alone. I couldn't keep the shop going and it soon went under and I eft the town and wandered.
Years later I found myself back in the small town and walked into the bar. There I saw the orge that killed my father so many years ago. My anger surfaced and I chalanged him to a fight. Over the years I had trained on how to fight for the day I would avenge my father's death. We went outside and we went at it my sword against his axe. My agliaty matched my father's and I matched him blow for blow. He then tried the same trick on me as he did my father but I was ready for it and ducked. I quickly rolled towards him then drive my blade into his chest. I grined as he fell dead in the street and I felt that my father was avenged.
I then left the town and wandered again though the other towns till I came to the town of Belariath. There I found a place to settle down and live my life out in peace.