The beginning..... HERE!

Laughter rang out through the halls as 3 young Zafaras happily played in the calm and peaceful rooms that the mighty castle of a country far away consisted of. A little boy of white fur ran down the hall, his sister of golden following after him. The older, protective brother of Charcoal brown quickly sprinted after, only to come to a half as his two siblings continued.
His eyes were brilliant, like the others. While theirs were hazel, his were a dazling green, the winged emblem over his eyes just as the others that have followed in the footsteps as 'Heir to the Throne.'
Rather than spikes down his back, the bueatiful illusion of fire ran down his back and lit the tip of his tail. Red hair between his ears grew long, down to his back while the bangs fell past his shoulders beside his face. Red markings covered his white chest, as more did his legs.
He smiled widely, looking up at what had caught his eye.
It was a large, strong, full grown Zafara. The lighting behind him illuminated his figure, making him seem almost angelic. He wore the clothes of a servant, but otherwise looked almost like a noble.
As if by instincts, the small Zafara raised his arms up, standing on his tippy toes. He made soft grunting sounds, which simply meant 'pick me up'.
The older zafara laughed, doing just as requested and holding the little one close to his chest. The little Zafara wrapped his arms around his neck, and rested his head on the spot just between his chest and shoulder. Running after his siblings all day long had made the poor little thing very drowsy, which he showed by opening his mouth wide and yawning.
And what are you still doing up at this hour, Prince Asch?" The large Zafara asked, chuckling at the small child's tiredness. "You should go to bed and rest." "But I'm not sleepy, Zeric." The small Zafara, Asch, tried to explain, though his closing eyes seemed to give away his current state as he snuggled up to Zeric, "Perfectly... Awake."
Beefore anything else could even be said, Asch was fast asleep, his head resting on Zeric's shoulder.
Noticing this, Zeric gave a slight sigh. "Asch my boy, you're far too trusting..." He said, beginning to carry the youngster down the hall, "I guess that's why I'll try to spare you tonight."

Night soon fell, and the castle lights dimmered out. Other than the guards standing watch, everyone was peacefully sleep. Prince Asch only slept lightly, however, and his nose picked up on an odd smell. Slowly drifting awake, he lifted himself off his bed and slided ont othe floor, getting up on his back legs properly to smell the air again.
It was a charring smell, something burning and smoking.
Still half asleep, he stumbled out of his room, and on all fours wondered down the halls, following the source of the scent. His ears heard crackling sounds, before there was a painful scream.
His eyes opened wide, alert, and he darted down the hall.
As his paws beat down on the hall he could fell the carpet grow stedily warmer, before his ears soon began to hear nothing but a scorching sound. Something alight, and definately something amiss.
He came to a halt when he jumped back from a door that had flames coming from under it. His paws felt scorched, and he stood on his back legs to assess the situation.
After a dew moments of panic burning tears dripped from his eyes, as he realised it was his parent's room.
Despite the fact that his father was not in the room tonight (he had fallen asleep in the study), he knew well that his mother was in there. and that it was her that had screamed.
He leaned on the door, bitting his fits againt the door as hard as he could while yelling loudly. "Mum! MUM!!"
He couldn't even hear his own voice over the fire crackling.
The fire was licking at the wood of the door, weakening it until the force of Asch's pushes knocked it over.
Ignoring the fire he ran inside, but he didn't get very far till his body was overcome with heat.
M-mum!!" Asch called loudly, trying to move himself forward against the fire, "MUM!!"
But there was no reply.
Suddenly, something in the in the room exploded, send Asch backwards out of the room and crashing into the opposite wall.






And just like with all of my stories, there are large chunks missing XD

Wandering goes..... HERE!

Confusing Living...:: He stood on his toes, looking into the window. People inside seemed to be dressed poshly, well cultured. Those were the types of people that at home he saw alot of of. But he had to erase that from his memory. He was no longer in their ranks. For now, he was just a young, street Zafara with nowhere to go.

More Wondering goes..... HERE!

Miltary goes..... HERE! (Please note, what here is just scrapping the surface of what happened, and each event won't have anything connecting to the other.)


Asch recoiled in disgust. His body began shaking as his comrade waved the bloody piece in front of his face. There is no way... He began, keeping his voice from breaking, There is no way in hell I would ever kill a child, let alone eat one! I'll starve before I resort to such a deed!!
His so called 'friend' sneered, moving the piece of 'meat' back. Is that how you feel, Asch? he asked, How in the world you managed to get this far I'll never know. With that, he raised his hand and opened his mouth, dropping the blood laced flesh into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp.
Asch looked on with so many emotions, arching his back, backing away on all fours before he was close enough to the door to make a run for it...

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Asch's body hit the wall with a loud thud. Staggering up, his emotions were once again torn between anger and fear as his fellow soliders stood around him, shoting posionious glares.
Blade once again stood up, look proud as he usually did while carying the meat in his mouth.
So what'll it be, Aschy boy? Dagz asked as he stood next to Blade, Are you gonna eat, or are you gonna join the others dead on the ground?
Asch gave his own glares back, but even he knew with so many against him he wouldn't get out of the situation alive.
Unless...
He straightened his body and stood on his back leg, wiping the thin trickle of blood away from his mouth.
... Give it here... He hesitated, putting his hand forward.
Dagz grabbed the tender flesh from Blade and shoved it in Asch's hands.
Closing his eyes, Asch gripped onto it and shoving it into his mouth. Trying hard not to gag, he forced himself to swallow. He could feel his eyes water as it slid down his throat, moist and still warm.
He opened his eyes when his ears perked to the sound of clapping. All of his comrades were applauding him, cheering him on for what they made sound like an achievement.
Dagz put his hand on Asch's shoulder while Blade patted him on the back.
Welcome back, Asch the Bloody. Blade grinned.
Within a few minutes, the commotion had died down and Asch saw a spot where he could slink out of the tent. As soon as he was out of sight, he dropped to all fours.
Kyack, KYACK!!
Asch began coughing and gagging, almost choking on his own saliva. Quite suddenly, his body collapsed as he threw up what he had been forced to devour.
He looked drearily at the ground, getting back to on fours. He started digging weakly, until there was a small hole.
Almost being overcome with an ill feeling once again, he pushed the flesh into it's new grave and buried it.
He looked back to the tent, the others still causing loud havoc, before heading back over.

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Asch slumped away from the tattered building, his body feeling heavy with hatred. His loyalty to these men were long gone. Even if tere was no food left while the besieged this place, even if this did all seem like a last resort… They showed no remorse. No sorrow for their actions. They didn't seem to mind the flesh of the fallen.
He wouldn't stoop to that.
There would always be another option. Always.
Even though the generals had said that there was no food, anywhere, Asch knew well that these people wouldn't bother to actually forage or scavenge.
Leaving the sound of the others behind him, he slowly pushed his way past the burnt tree trunks, heading out to the blood soaked grass metres away, hidden by foliage. He pawed at the ground, before clearing enough to start digging.
His paws picked up large scoops of dirt as he dug it out of the way like a dog, staring determined into the hole he was creating. With time, it grew deeper and larger, until he had to lean in to keep going.
A few of the remaining villages looked up from the dirty ground, their ears perking to the sound of claws against dirt and stone.
Seeing the soldiers distracted, they crept through the trees to investigate.
Asch came to a paused, noticing his finger tips come to a different substance. Leaning down and biting into it with his mouth, he raised out of the hole and placed it next to the dirt pile.
His eyes ran over it for a moment, soon coming to see what he obtained was a potato. He looked to the side, noticing the timid villagers grouped between the trees. Moving around the hole you used one of his hind legs to kick it over to them, before continuing digging.
A small youngster walked past it, approaching Asch.
It's older sister froze with fright, terrified of the military man.
But the little tyke just moved over to the hole, pawing at the lose ground and pulling back what it's little paws could.
Asch stopped for another moment, looking at it, before looking back down to acquire another potato.
Driven by their hunger, the others slowly followed, watching Asch's example. They broke off into pairs, and started digging around the area.

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What are you doing out here...? Asch asked, looking at the little zafara from before.
Jemaima looked up at him with a big smile on her face, raising her arms up to him.
Asch tilted his head to the side, looking rather put off by this action. It seemed all too much like what he had once done as a child to someone he had trusted so dearly.
Sighing reluctantly, he picked the young girl and and carried her as he began walking. However, Jemaima hadn't yet come across the term 'hold still', and managed to manouver herself around until she wound up on Asch's back.
Not in the mood to fight, he just let her do this, basically giving her a piggy back.
All of the other soliders were still drunk from the previous night, so he had time to enjoy the walk in the area. Even if it was such a depressing place...

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The night was pierced by a loud shriek.
Asch's ears perked up, eyes widening. He had memorized that pitch, but had never heard it in distress.
That was Jemaima.
Having no time to think, Asch fell to all fours once again and ran as fast as he could to one of the military tents (which was actly incredibly speedy).
Even before reaching inside, Asch's eyes only saw red.
Before anything could be said or done, upon reaching inside, Asch instinctively pounced at Dagz, who was holding the young Jemaima forcefully. Caught off guard, Dagz instantly dropped the girl who had no voice to scream and just ran to the safest area her eyes could find. Under a low table.
Everyone's attention had now turned to Asch, who had sunk his pointed teeth into Dagz neck and just missed the jugular.
Blade dropped the knife he had been holding, to do lord knows what, and grabbed Asch by the shoulders. He ripped him away from Dagz, but caused a large tear to form over Dagz's throat.
Definately not for the first time in his life, Asch was thrown against the wall. His mouth was bloody, but he had no time to react before the others set upon teaching him a lesson for rebelling. Kicks, punches, cuts, and a few shot wounds...
Through the crowd of the others, Asch managed to lock eyes with the young Jemaima, giving a soft nod before being knocked unconcious.
With tears rolling down her eyes, Jemaima out as if her life depended on it. Which, in a whole, it did...

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Home Call goes..... HERE!

The Bloody Throne goes..... HERE!