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Post by ::Phantom:: on Jan 5, 2008 15:00:49 GMT -5
October 19, 2005
For some looking back upon your past is fuzzy and unreadable. You get glimpse of your childhood, but it still leaves you puzzled. Not for me. I remember my past as though it just happened yesterday. It all started on October 19 that would change my life forever. My older brother Hakim wanted to fight in the war -- he had this thing were he grew rapidly and learned quickly -- Father said no and Hakim got pretty angry and then ran off Rivka, my older sister, ran off with him. Then we heard a terrible scream. When we got there we found my sister dead and my brother flying off into the Loners Terrain. I blame my brother every single day for this. If this didn't happen then the next events wouldn't have happened.
October 26, 2005
We had a funeral for not only my sister, but my Uncle who was also killed by Hakim. My parents were depressed. They seemed to pay no attention to me....I tried to comfort them, but would could a pup do? I think it hit my mother the hardest. Looking back I realized I didn't know how frail my mother was --- but now I know she was not capable of handling pressure. When she fell she fell hard and it was almost impossible to get her back up. So when she lost her daughter and her brother you can only imagine the kind of state she was in.
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Post by ::Phantom:: on Jan 5, 2008 15:12:35 GMT -5
October 29, 2005
I blame this on me, but was it really my fault? I watched for my days my parents mope about losing their daughter and son....but what about me? I was still there, but they didn't see it. I was angry with Hakim. I was so angry I ran all the way to the Loners Terrain to kill him. I yelled at him, telling him I wish he would die and that I hated him...he could have killed me, I knew this, but I was too upset and angry to care. Then my father came. My father came to my rescue....but Hakim killed him....and I left. I blame this on me. For my father's death...and what happened next.
October 29, 2005
I finally manage to make it back. My Uncle Rangi saw my blooded body and the tears that I have been crying and I manage to tell him what had happened. He went to tell my mother and told me to go back into the den with my aunt and cousins, but I needed to see my mother....when I got there she was yelling something about wanting to die. My mother didn't want me no more. She didn't care. Or so I thought. She just wanted to die, and that is what she did. That day my mother drowned herself. Sometimes I look back at that day and wonder "Am I looking into my own future?"
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Post by ::Phantom:: on Jan 5, 2008 15:21:57 GMT -5
November 4, 2005
I lived with my uncle, aunt, and cousins since my parents died. I felt as if I lost any chance of a happy puphood. How could things get any worst? Well they did. My brother came back. He changed his name to Bandit and he brought along his 'brother' named Rebel. They took me to Rebel's grandfather who bit me then died (I'm not quite sure why) then everything began to change...well really I'm the one to change. My coat turned into a black with blue markings. It was Raven the vampire. Me, Yakira, was no more. It was as if Yakira and Raven were 2 different wolves...who happened to share the same body.
November 10, 2005
I was wrapped around Rebel's claw from the beginning. He flirted with me and I flirted back. I never was used to 'love' and didn't know what it was. I didn't know what it really felt like. So when he was being all kind and saying how beautiful I was...I feel for it..and man did I fall hard. I got jealous at any female he looked at. I would want to rip out the heart of any female that dare lay an eye upon him or the other way around. I became a self absorb jealous wolf --- who wasn't the real me. It was as if I was watching my life on a video..I couldn't change what was going on no matter what I tried.
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Post by ::Phantom:: on Jan 5, 2008 23:54:14 GMT -5
November 13, 2005
Off course it didn't last long. I was soon too angry at him flirting with other females all the time I called it quits, but when I found him flirting with some slut named Akzuren. Why did I even care? He didn't love me and I knew I didn't love him...maybe it was because I felt he was somewhat good to me when we were alone and there wasn't any other females...I guess I just wanted to grab on any type of love and cling to it. Well I attacked her and Rebel attacked me, but I knew he was under her spell. I finally gave up and left.
November 15, 2005
Bandit was killed. A huge fight broke out between me, Rebel, and Akzuren and he came to my rescue, but why? He killed our sister, uncle, and father and he tried to kill me before? Was it because I was good hearted and kind while Raven was the complete opposite? I'm not quite sure. Anyway I manage to break the curse from Rebel and he said he loved me (And I believed him, how pathetic)...but then Akzuren got Bandit under her spell and Bandit and Rebel had a fight to see who would be Alpha...and Rebel killed Bandit. The worst part was that I cried. I cried for my lost brother. Why? I hated him. I still hate him. He ruined my life and yet I cried.....maybe it was because he saved me...maybe part of me still loves him...well loves Hakim. I'll never love Bandit.
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Post by ::Phantom:: on Jan 6, 2008 0:08:35 GMT -5
November 22, 2005
Things only got worst from there. Rebel thought this 'new' power would make others respect him...when it did the complete opposite. Many were planning to overthrow him..even I disliked him for killing my brother. In a combat of like 4 or so wolves I did something I didn't even expect. I bit him. I didn't stand by his side. I betrayed him. I was devastated them, but I'm glad I did it now. The war is getting closer...I can feel it.
December 20, 2005
The war did come. And where did it take place? My old home. All the evil wolves made their way over to land. I forgave Rebel, but he didn't forgive me for biting him. I-I never thought I would see this coming...my mother and father were alive. Seeing them caused Raven to go away and the real Yakira t come alive. I never had a chance to see them. Never got a chance to tell them I missed them and I loved them. Never got a chance for them to tell me what happened. By the time I ran over to them. They were smiling seeing me...but when I got a few inches to them....they were killed. I ran. I cried and I ran all the way out of the island. Away from my home that I both loved and hated.
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