On an isolated planet in a dusty ghost town on the brink of battle a hanging sign swings and creaks in the breeze. The sign reads "Unekeh Village". The a foreboding silence rests over the streets as whispers are exchanged in one of the clay molded houses. "Mom, what's going to happen to us? Why didn't we leave with the others?" A young voice cuts through the tension like a knife. "I'm sorry little one, your father wouldn't allow it, his pride… wouldn't allow it." a distant humming grows louder, and louder before dust is kicked into the air around the households. window shutters clack against the clay as the now deafening sound an engine whirs overhead. seconds pass, as the noise starts to shrink and shrink before silence takes its place.

  "Why are they doing this to us mom? We aren't bad people, are we?" She looks down at her son, his dark fur that almost absorbs the colors around him are cut only by the bright red tips of his tail and ears. His inquisitive rose-red eyes pry for answers. The cub feels her mothers warm embrace as her own ash colored fur mixes with his, and her amethyst gaze meets his. "No…. were victims…. this is what they do. They conquer. They erase…… listen, no matter what happens, just know tha-" a shockwave pierces the air as shrapnel and fire spread through the outside of the house.

  "ARRRRRRGH!"

  "DIE YOU BASTAAAARDS!"

  "FOR THE RESISTANCE!"

  Sounds of viscera, screams, and the zipping of deadly lasers bounce of the house walls and cindering anything it touches.

  Through closed windows the horrific scene of bleeding men and women can be seen. Along with marching soldiers and some sort of hex-grid bubble surrounds each one, and at the front of the battalion, the commander is orchestrating the whole affair. "Capture any survivors, those that fight to the end, die in the dirt."

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  The rhythmic marching of boots grows louder, as the firing stops. *CRACK* the sound of households being broken into repeats through the town like a deadly echo, civilians scream but it grows quieter and is replaced with the sound of marching. "Be good my son." A mothers last words to her son as their home is breached. The mother charges the assailants with only a knife in her hand, but against their shields it does nothing. The soldiers open fire ripping holes into the walls behind her. "MOOOOOM!!" The cub screams to the lifeless body falling to the ground.

  He scrambles amongst the debris of the house for anything sharp, but before he can find anything lethal a strong grip holds the scruff of his neck. He feels the dirt parting under his weight and the blazing heat of the sun hits his face. amongst the heat he feels the cool steel of a dagger against his throat, as the commander tenses his muscles, ready to slice. "WAIT DARLING!"

  A female sporting the same armor styling rushes toward him. "We have reporters here. If they show us killing a cub… i think even that would change too many opinions of you." The commander casts his cold blue eyes over his shoulder. groups of unarmed men glaring down their scopes, but of a different kind of weapon, the weapon of networking. They document the buildings, the corpses, the destruction.

  "Fine we take him with us, show them our compassion and send him to one of our orphanages" the cub finally feels his own weight sink into the floor as the towering figure barks towards the soldiers around him, before disappearing into the thick dust. "Your safe for now. Come. Let's get you on one of the transport ships." The cub, unable to look at what was once his birthplace peers into the hot sand below, as if searching it for answers.

  "My mother…. why did you all do this?" He looks towards her with clenched fists full of sand and tears welling up in his eyes. The female chokes up as if she cannot find any air, let alone words. The cub merely holds her gaze, shooting daggers with his eyes that seem to have found their mark. "Teresa… my… my names Teresa… what's yours?" His gaze weakens, and sand finally flows through his fingers. "Valion" His name shakily escapes his lips. A gentle hand caresses his arms, and his feet find their place under him. they both stride toward an idle ship, leaving two pairs of footprints in the sand "I'll… look after you for a while okay Valion?"

  Inspirations:

  Vallion:

  Vallion was really the OC (Original Character) that started this whole story in my head for me. after i thought of his design, powers, and personality, that's when i started to piece together what i would consider my story of him. he has a few inspirations that cannot be revealed here for spoiler reasons unfortunately, but in the chapter where everything is revealed, i will include his inspirations there. As for design wise at the moment i noticed that in my opening chapter i do a poor job of describing how he looks, so i decide to edit it and retell it. but his design isn't really inspired from anything at first, but later on i thought it might be a pretty cool choice to have his arch nemesis be the opposite coloring to him, since he is distinctly colored with what most would associate with evil/antagonist coloring, yet he is more of the hero in this story. a sort of twist on things. but his design for a sub i thought was pretty simple. i had to work backwards on it since his adult design is quite intricate, and is what i started with. i commissioned art of his adult form first, before writing his backstory so i didn't have any art of him as a young wolf cub.

  The commander:

  The Cub's Mother

  The hometown

  Honestly i find it extremely hard to name things that I'm happy with. most of the time i come up with a name that i don't like or that is too cliche. i may re-write a town name into this chapter or to keep with the sense of unfamiliarity i may reveal its name at a later time. but i think I'm happy with describing how this town is meant to feel/its living class of inhabitants.

  Challenges with writing

  At first i was happy with what i had written, however i had browsed the forums on this site and found that i was doing a classic case of "telling and not showing" after i saw an excellent definition of the motto, and how to fix it, i went back over my writing and found that i was absolutely telling and not showing. i became unhappy with my writing so i edited it to be more descriptive and also changed its format to be easier to read. now I'm mostly happy with how it is now, but it also means i need to edit my other released chapter after re-reading it as I'm sure it will also have the same issues.