Post by Darkness on Mar 1, 2007 6:58:59 GMT -5
So...you wanna know where I really came from, huh? You want to know the true story of Bloody Mary? Fine. Don't tell you I didn't reason you against it. Because I did, as I know this is a terrible story. It truly is...
I was about six months old when my new calling came to me: Bloody Mary. I was playing around with my cub-buddies, when I stepped on a human's piece of glass. Broken glass. My foot was cut up so terribly, I still have the scar today. Nearly six years later.
For the rest of that...week, was it? They all called me Bloody Mary. They all knew my real name, Mary, but why not spice it up after such an incident? I came to like the dark name. Bloody Mary. Sounded...right for me, at the time, and now. I still answer to the calling Bloody Mary, but just Mary has washed away. And so, I soon became Mary 'Bloody Mary' McGirvic.
The next reason for my naming was soon to come. All the cubs in the pack went on a hunt together: Helder O'Frilem, my love of the time, was leading us. I tried with all my might to keep up with him, but Helder was too easily distracted by a second female suitor: Freeda Tenpam, who was Helder's love. How could I possibly get his attention, or get Freeda away from Helder?
Then it hit me. I had seen my own parents murder wolves, as my mother had murdered my father. And my father had murdered others trying to flirt with my mother before she killed him. So why couldn't I do the same? Why couldn't I, Mary McGrirvic (they had forgotten the first incident now), just...get rid of Freeda? Helder would then notice me, and all would be well!
But I didn't plan on killing Freeda Tenpam. Just leading her away, so she would get lost. I didn't want to kill her.
And so, my plan began. I led Freeda away, telling the puppy-pack I had seen game. At this, I added on that perhaps we should split into twos. And so I went with Freeda, blocking her off from going with Helder.
I began to lead Freeda away, making sure we never ran into anyone else. That wouldn't have been any good, now would it have been? So I lead her far away. Finally, I put the losing her part into action. "Look Freeda! I just saw two rabbits! But they split up...so let's got get them split up!"
And so Freeda left. But I didn't know we were so close to human territory. As soon as she stepped away from me, into a clearing, I heard a bang. Freeda had been shot. The humans left without her carcass, so I managed to drag it away with me...to the pack. They had all banded together again, and they saw me dragging a dead Freeda along, blood covering me from head to toe. And so, yet again, I was Bloody Mary.
When they all left me and dead Freeda alone, I began to go back to the pack...the real pack. When I got there, her parents blamed me for what I had did. They thought I had purposely killed her.
After that, I was badly persecuted...a lot. I tried to get Helder's attention, but he just called me a killer and left. And so, I was exiled. Alone in the world, like I knew I always would be.
After all my namesake and stuff, I was an exiled wolf for the rest of my life. But then I actually had a taste for wolf-blood. Now, I am a murder.
Note// Mary killed Helder in the end...several years later.
I was about six months old when my new calling came to me: Bloody Mary. I was playing around with my cub-buddies, when I stepped on a human's piece of glass. Broken glass. My foot was cut up so terribly, I still have the scar today. Nearly six years later.
For the rest of that...week, was it? They all called me Bloody Mary. They all knew my real name, Mary, but why not spice it up after such an incident? I came to like the dark name. Bloody Mary. Sounded...right for me, at the time, and now. I still answer to the calling Bloody Mary, but just Mary has washed away. And so, I soon became Mary 'Bloody Mary' McGirvic.
The next reason for my naming was soon to come. All the cubs in the pack went on a hunt together: Helder O'Frilem, my love of the time, was leading us. I tried with all my might to keep up with him, but Helder was too easily distracted by a second female suitor: Freeda Tenpam, who was Helder's love. How could I possibly get his attention, or get Freeda away from Helder?
Then it hit me. I had seen my own parents murder wolves, as my mother had murdered my father. And my father had murdered others trying to flirt with my mother before she killed him. So why couldn't I do the same? Why couldn't I, Mary McGrirvic (they had forgotten the first incident now), just...get rid of Freeda? Helder would then notice me, and all would be well!
But I didn't plan on killing Freeda Tenpam. Just leading her away, so she would get lost. I didn't want to kill her.
And so, my plan began. I led Freeda away, telling the puppy-pack I had seen game. At this, I added on that perhaps we should split into twos. And so I went with Freeda, blocking her off from going with Helder.
I began to lead Freeda away, making sure we never ran into anyone else. That wouldn't have been any good, now would it have been? So I lead her far away. Finally, I put the losing her part into action. "Look Freeda! I just saw two rabbits! But they split up...so let's got get them split up!"
And so Freeda left. But I didn't know we were so close to human territory. As soon as she stepped away from me, into a clearing, I heard a bang. Freeda had been shot. The humans left without her carcass, so I managed to drag it away with me...to the pack. They had all banded together again, and they saw me dragging a dead Freeda along, blood covering me from head to toe. And so, yet again, I was Bloody Mary.
When they all left me and dead Freeda alone, I began to go back to the pack...the real pack. When I got there, her parents blamed me for what I had did. They thought I had purposely killed her.
After that, I was badly persecuted...a lot. I tried to get Helder's attention, but he just called me a killer and left. And so, I was exiled. Alone in the world, like I knew I always would be.
After all my namesake and stuff, I was an exiled wolf for the rest of my life. But then I actually had a taste for wolf-blood. Now, I am a murder.
Note// Mary killed Helder in the end...several years later.
