Blight

"I was recommended by Anix to upload a story I made when I was younger, it is completely out of lore but oh well. Sorry for the horrible grammar issues and such. This story is unfinished
This version is basically a draft, I had rewritten long ago but didnt get close to reaching the length of this one. TREAT THIS AS AN IDEA OR CONCEPT" 
-Wulframite This also means that I might not ever plan to finish it, also since it is out of dating it never explains the piercings my current sona has now
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wulframite/
== Wulframite Story Draft (Wulframite's Blight) ==
Watch “Grave of the Fireflies” everytime you write the story. Operation Firefly is a go.
If you ever watched Hitman or The Kingsman, think about it. Manners Maketh Man.
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=== Chapter 1: The Sun Shines In The East ===
There was a Sergal born named Wulframite. Wulf was luckily healthy from birth as the town his mother was pregnant in was surrounded by Uranium mines, causing the land around this town to be radioactive. This being the case,  he often absorbed a lot of radiation. He didn’t have any major effects since the Elders in his town were very wise and creative. They invented a great deal of things such as medicine for the radiation and protective gear for the mines, those of which created a major export for the town, Uranium, giving the town its name. The only visible side effects that were known to Wulf’s birth are his bright Golden eyes and his hair colouring which grew in only a year instead of two. Physical and mental strength was also a prowess of Wulf’s, as  he was a little tougher than his friends and surpassed their knowledge. His determination kept him chugging on through even the toughest of challenges, no was not an answer for Wulf.
The town of Uran (Uranium) was settled West in the Farlig Forest. Uran (ウラン) was one of the most dangerous places to live,  one of the mines, located just far enough to not kill the whole town in a day, was so hazardous that you would gain major radioactive poisoning from being able to see them. Other dangers were the Talyxian creatures, which is what the people of Tal called the wildlife, that attack the town constantly. Although inhabitants of the Uran think the lands seemed impossible to settle on, they are always intrigued to hear that a group of only 7 Sergal founded the town, and formed a clan called Kinzoku, as a means to use the dangers to protect themselves from the even worse dangers farther away such as bandits, monsters, and “living plants.” Being the natures of Sergal the 7 viewed strength as a virtue, forming the Kinzoku Clan to cooperate  with each other without a hierarchy.
Uran was not just populated by Sergals, the fighters but overall universal tool of the town, there are other species. There were the Nevreans, the workers, musicians, and maids of the town, and the Agudners, the inventors and marketers of the town. Although most of the species stuck to one thing, there were still a lot of universal traits in all of them.
Uran had a oriental setup with each house being made of dark wood with a touch naturalistic and steampunk industrial era. The industrial vibe of Uran started when the town found a way to harvest Uranium with a much lower death count, as well as establish trade routes with other cities and towns. The mines were placed to the west of the town, massive mountains shadowing over the valuable ore. The sun hidden from view for the beginning hours of the day, the town adapted well to a nighttime setting. With cobbled streets, a couple of brick roads, which the rare vehicle traveled down,  the heightened sense of beauty, with safety  and cooperation to bring it all together. A wall that strung Uran, which consisted of brick at first and reconstructed with metal, was also a keen tool on safety. It not only provided protection but beauty and showed others the strength of the city. Although there was no real leader of Uran, most of the older and stronger people ran the town to its fullest potential. They supplied medicine, transportation, weapons and armour to the town folk.
Wulf’s daily routine was anything but lackluster for him. Everyday in the morning Wulf would go to the closet, and only real playground. Although a pit of wood stacks and slanted swings weren’t the most, Wulf always made the best out of it. Some of the other children were slightly afraid of Wulf since they thought he was a mutant from all the radiation he received before he was born but that didn’t stop him from trying to be friends with them and having fun. School was long but mostly entertaining to Wulf, with not many forms of entertainment around, learning was always a reward.
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School wasn’t the only place of knowledge. Every other day on the way home some of the town kids would see and speak with the Elders for guidance on almost any subject of the past. Where most lost interest, Wulf would always stay and listen till the end. Being that the Elders saw potential in Wulf and taught him a few extra things that others had trouble with or forgotten such as ancient medical treatments or special fighting tactics. With the actions this earned Wulf a spot as a prime candidate for a town elder.
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The ending of the day was possibly Wulf's favorite time. His parents would be there, off time from their daily duties and would eat dinner and share stories at their rickety table. His father would tell him stories about his hunting or guard patrols and his mother would tell him about working as a cook. After all was said and done Wulf would play with his toy guns and lance until the sun went down, inspiring to be just like his father when he grew up. Each night his mother, and sometimes his father, would tuck him into bed and tell him stories about far off places or a scary Talyxian creatures that could slither in and eat him whole in one bite or ones that would trick your mind into being a mirage and kill you when you get close. Wulf always liked these stories even though they were scary and would still fall asleep with the dreams of stars in his mind.
See bottom pages for character list, weaknesses/strengths, and more information including a mapThe era is an industrial age with a steampunk vibe (reference bioshock for this). This allows for guns, vehicles, a comb, factories, steam powered stuff, and such. 
With guns Sergal dont have the best aim with distance but p close carry pistols or shotguns. Wulf doesnt care and will shoot father than most if given a weapon of the sort
=== Chapter 2: Pain Given Over Pleasure ===
For the longest of times no real major harm came to Wulf, with only a few creature attacks that he fended off or scuffs he got in at school Wulf felt calm on even the darkest of days. The only really traumatic shock for Wulf was when he turned 6. It felt like any other day until raiders came and seized the whole town. The raid started with Wulf’s father running out the house grabbing his armour and weapons saying “I love you both.” Wulf’s mother hurried him out the house and all he managed to grab was dark shorts and a black belt.
Wulf and his mother were headed to the towns safe house but didn’t even make it halfway when they encountered some raiders. Wulf’s hand slipped from his mother’s and he turned to see her head being split open from the top. One of the raiders swung at Wulf and managed to leave a gouge in his right ear. With the feeling of pain and the new dampness on his head Wulf quickly fled. Wulf ducked into an alleyway past burning houses and didn’t even check to see if he was being chased. He found his way to the safe house but found it ablaze with scream coming from inside. People pouring from the entrance burning alive as their fur caught fire. Wulf could only think of one thing to do and that was find his father. He ran past dead corpses for what felt like ever. When he arrived at where his father was stationed he managed to catch his father's last breath. Being overwhelmed by 3 to 1 Wulf watched has his father was torn open and beheaded right in front of his eyes. The 3 raiders spotted Wulf and gave pursuit. Wulf turned around and headed down the nearest alley he could find. He came across the Uranium mine and saw that he was still being chased. Wulf ran into the mines and went as deep as he could go, crawling, ducking, climbing. Anything to get away from the raiders.
3 days passed and Wulf was feeling what his parents warned him about when not wearing protection while entering the mines. Painful vomit and harsh coughing took its toll on him. Wulf felt like he was not going to make it much longer so he exited the mine. Traveling back to the main town area he saw that nothing was left. No one in sight or any survivors to be seen. Every house was either burnt or non-existent. Bodies of friends and elders were everywhere. Sharp objects on the ground and burning wood made it dangerous to traverse, along with the sharp coughs and vomits and was almost impossible. Wulf walked until he came upon the spot he had lost his mother, he didn’t find her body and suspected the raiders took it for their own pleasures. The thought sickened him. 
Wulf traveled back to his destroyed house and spotted one in particular, a flower his mother had put in the vase that morning before the raid, it laid on the ground in place of his table. Wulf rummaged through the wreckage and came across his father's emergency supply safe. Wulf picked it up and remembered that his father always carried the key on him. 
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Wulf trudged his way to where his father rested. His head was nowhere to be seen. With agony Wulf searched his father for the key, blood engulfed it around his headless neck. A couple of coughs and painful vomit reminded him of what needed to be done. Wulf opened the safe and inside were destroyed photos and a bottle of pills. It read “Anti-Radiation Pills: Take every 6 hours”. but Wulf knew he didn’t that long. He downed the half bottle with nothing but hope coursing through his veins. He searched the safe again and came across a white bandanna speckled with red triangles on the top. He remembered that it was a family heirloom from his great great great grandfather who was one of the founding Sergals who formed the town. His grandfather used it for all sorts of things and it saved his life and his grandsons lived more time than Wulf could count, and he could count high. He was going to receive it when he turned 10 but Wulf knew that wasn’t going to come.
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Wulf felt utterly sick and hopeless, looking around at the wreckage he took one last look at his father, and fell to his knees. Closing his eyes for a long time he fell face first into the dirt with a crack of his snout as he went down.
=== Chapter 3: Healing a Heavy Heart ===
With the sound of hunger and the worst pain a pair of eyes opened to see a blueish-grayish sky and the smell of burnt bodies. Wulf had more than luck to survive. With a whimper and heavy tone Wulf up-righted himself. He looked around and was shocked that none of his town was standing. He thought of all the occurrences of the days prior and wished it had just been some bad dream. Unfortunately it wasn't. Wulf went to stand but was rejected with the worst pain imaginable, he looked at his body and saw that most of his clothes were ripped and smoking. He tried to open his mouth to yell out for someone, which he knew no one was going to answer any way and was halted by a cracking and unimaginable pain in his snout and jaw. He had sprained it when he passed out, he hoped he didn’t break it along with any of his other limbs. He knew if he had his chances of survival which already were low became null and void.
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He looked at himself and almost everywhere on his body he saw burns, bruises, deep gashes, and pieces of metal jutting out from many places including out from under whatever fur was left on his body. Some of the most noticeable wounds he received was a metal piece sticking out of his left hand along with more metal pieces in his legs, he assumed it was from when he was scampering in the mines. Wulf took every one of them out wincing in pain with each one. He felt up to his ear also where the raider at slashed at and instantly felt that it was very deep and very serious. If he didn’t tend to it in time he could cause an infection and leave him deaf. He wrapped his bandanna around the wound as best he could. If someone had come by they would have mistaken him for a whole different species. He knew that he didn’t have much luck at this point but he prayed that one spot on his body was untouched, he lifted what was left of his pants and gave a sigh, swollen but not broken he thought.
Forcefully Wulf got up, he had to eat and heal himself. He instantly lost his footing and tripped, he looked at his legs and thought he was either going to die from not being able to walk or better yet not trying hard enough. He tried again and managed to stumble upward. He knew he had to get away from the wreckage as soon as possible being that the fire most likely attracted attention of vicious Talyxian creatures such as a large group of Dondoks, which Wulf was always frightened by, so he would have to be cautious. 
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Since there was no one to help him and that most creatures don’t attack large groups of people, along with not being able to walk and the loss of most of the function in his arms and thinking ability, Wulf had nothing going for him. Luckily for Wulf the town elders taught him how to hunt and what parts of plants were edible. Wulf captured a small rodent which had survived the harsh environments until now, and picked some wild plants that were not as dangerous. Since Wulf didn’t have any tools he ate the rodent whole and downed the plants in a single bite. He felt a lot better but that was only mentally. Physically on the other he was destroyed. Wulf thought back to another thing the elders had taught him which was healing techniques. They passed down it to whom the elders thought were the best of healers. Sadly no healing would be able to fix his home or any of the slain victims of the attack. 
Wulf took most of the day gathering and tending to his wounds. Since Wulf didn’t want to travel to far out from the town, yet, he didn’t gather any harder to get plants to make pain relievers. Although not the best fix to his problems the bandanna eased his mental pain he was experiencing. Walking back to the town Wulf went back to where he had dropped the Radiation Pills, he didn’t really have a choice in the matter since he collapsed, but he knew that taking the bottle wasn’t going to cure him entirely nor was it safe to do that. He didn’t really know where he was going other than remembering talk from the adults about a city they traded with to the East, that was the way he was going to head. 
Perking his ears up Wulf heard growls in the distance. He gripped his teeth a bit tighter and hurried out of the town. He repulsed at the thought of leaving his father and mother behind to be eaten by the dangers of the Farlig but one Sergal wasn’t going to be able to defend against a large group of whatever it was, especially not in his condition. 
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A couple of weeks passed and Wulf was still on his journey down the road to his next destination. He had taken the Radiation Pills every day and was feeling slightly better. He stopped limping with his walk and he was also able to work his arms in many more ways. He still had his bandanna around his ear since he didn’t have anything else to gauze it with. His snout and jaw were also feeling better and he could eat things without it hurting too badly.
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Wulf did get in a tassel with a poisonous weasel and fortunately he didn’t get stung and was able to kill it and cook it. Being outside the town was something Wulf did sometimes but never without someone or out of the sight of the town. He had traveled for what felt like ages. He had encountered many creatures, both safe and dangerous, mostly dangerous. Being attacked from poisonous creatures, treading through spore filled air with his bandanna as a gas-mask and a torch he crafted out of dedication weren't even the worse of his problems. The fear of being torn open each night or being kidnapped from someone or something, although no one would have wanted to kidnap him in his state, kept him up each night. The only time he saw someone was when a car flew past him. He tried to wave it down but it nearly ran him over and didn’t slow down in the process. Being wary of every movement on his trip Wulf felt worried every second and barely got any sleep. He did house up in a tree for the night being that it was off the ground and it looked like a pretty good tree.
Sitting on the edge of the road in a tree when he spotted a black figure approaching down the path. Wulf scrambled down the tree and took cover behind it. The figure stopped and approached Wulf slowly. Wulf gave a low growling sound and held his fists out in front of him and was ready to attack at the slightest danger. The figure recoiled at the sound of Wulf and then softly asked Wulf if he was alright since he looked like he just died and came back to die again, which Wulf technically did. Wulf eyed the figure and studied their every move. He couldn’t tell what species or gender they were and thought it may be a species he never met. Wulf knew that the figure could easily win in a fight and if he dropped all his bags, could probably catch him down the road if Wulf started to run. 
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Wulf lowered his fists came out from behind the tree. The figure explained that they were just headed the other way and that they were going to treat a Sergal that was very ill and that time was running short for them. Wulf asked what he should call the figure but was answered with a grunt and a smirk remark. Wulf decided to call them the healer. Wulf talked with the healer about what had happened to Uran and the events leading up to the current time. The healer empathized with Wulf and gave him some medicine, food and a roll of gauze for his ear. Wulf took the gauze and replaced it with his bandanna on his ear, he would have to clean it later but he still wore it proudly around his neck. The healer told Wulf that they couldn’t accompany him with his trip to the next city, which wasn’t that far away, but told him that from the sight of him he saw a fierce warrior that would have no trouble getting there. The healer also warned Wulf of the raider location that destroyed his town. He told Wulf how he had encountered them a while ago and barely escaped with his own life. With thanks and a better feeling about himself, Wulf parted ways with the stranger.
(Wulf continued on for three more months feeling as if the city was farther than he thought he took a look at his surroundings. Not much had changed with it other than the occurrences of the desert that surrounded the Farlig or swamps. A couple of close encounters with the wildlife also spiced things up but not in a good way. Look closer in the distance something caught his eye. He spotted the city of Hemlock, proud pack of one of the greatest clans, the Nightshade Clan. Hemlock was the town that he had set out for when he first started. It was a marvelous sight, as Wulf got closer he saw the city to its fullest. Hemlock was the central city to everywhere in the Farlig that it was occupied in. Aside from Hemlock Wulf remember a few other major settlements. Yilco was another town South of Hemlock and was owner of the Sel Clan. It was the town of fishing and one of the rarest exports of salt. It was built around a small lake. Another town was Uiwruving, part of the Sel Clan, and was the place of his mother’s birth, she would always say it was a wonderful place to live. There were more clans in Farlig but he couldn’t recall any of them. The only other place Wulf knew was Gold Ring).
(Gold Ring was as far as the people of Uran and the other settlements known as a myth. Gold Ring was said to be past the desert that engulfed the Farlig by a crazy lunatic who had claimed to have crossed it. They stated that it was home to demons, Wulf’s town would always tease him for the fact that it was said that one demon in particular had golden eyes just like his and would grow to be ruler of the demon lands).
Look at map to help explain where Hemlock is, unofficial map of Farlig Forest for an Idea
=== Chapter 4: Close Your Eyes, Hope for the Best ===
Reaching the gates of Hemlock he saw that the city was more than he imagined it would be. 2 guards eyed him as he walked through the gates. Each of them embroidered  As soon as Wulf walked through the gates Wulf said that Hemlock was a rare sight to behold. Due to the constant hostilities of the land which it settled in Farlig, civilizations were scarce. Even the name of Hemlock referred to the poisonous flowers so dangerous that the smell alone could kill you. Massive structures of great size rose about. The city was a mix between steam power and elegance. Markets, factories, vehicles, everything. Every race Wulf knew and some he didn’t, was there, most with clothing more elegant than what Wulf had back at his home town.
Just as Wulf took a step forward a car rushed passed him, although there had been some at his home town and including the one that almost killed him on the way here, Wulf was amazed every time he saw one. 
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As Wulf wandered around he asked around if he could get some work. Everyone he talked to rejected. He wondered what he was going to do for the night. He did spend some nights on the streets in Uran when he was on the farther side of the city, usually with that he could ask someone and they would give him a place to sleep since Wulf knew everyone in Uran. Now that there gone and he isn’t in Uran he didn’t know what to do. He thought about asking a guard but he would have been jailed or sent to a foster home or even worse forced to work in horrible factories. He decided against all of that and would sleep in an alley or garbage can, it wasn’t much different than when he was on the road and he had been in worse situations, literally.
When night hit Wulf found his way in an alley with random trash strewn about. The sight reminded him of what his home looked like after the raiders attacked, minus the fire. Barely holding himself together from an attack, just by will and instinct alone he knew he had to eat again.
Searching around in the trash Wulf found a weasel eating out, since he ran out of scavenged supplies a days before reaching Hemlock he knew what he had to do. With one swift movement the weasel moved from eating trash to being swallowed whole. Wulf would have lit a fire but the garbage in the ally would catch fire and it would just be a horrible flashback, the other reason is that he would most likely be locked up for setting an ally on fire. It was as the dead of night and Wulf couldn’t sleep, not because he had been barely surviving for 4 months and not for the fact he had lost everyone he knew but that he had to use the bathroom.
Just as he was about to just walk a bit further into the alley a Agudner came outside with a bag of trash from a door in the alley. The Agudner looked at him before tossing the trash the garbage. Before they walked in the building Wulf asked him if he could use their bathroom. The Agudner sighed and directed Wulf to the bathroom. Wulf thought the place he walked into was a bar, all he could hear was music and yelling. He ran into the owner who scolded him and the Agudner. The Agudner explained something to the owner and the owner sighed. Wulf went into the bathroom and came back out in a split second. After the Agudner escorted him back out the back entrance he gave Wulf a wink and told him that he would get a special treat from him or anyone else inside since he talked with the owner, if he cleaned himself up. Wulf couldn’t imagine what the treat was so he decided if he couldn’t get himself walking back on two feet again or if he was just really curious he would stop by and see what the Agudner meant by treat.
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Wulf wandered aimlessly through the city in the dark with only street lamps and nightclubs lighting his way, he didn’t really know where to go. He passed by lit shops, late night workers and trucks till he had the dreams he was having and the loud sounds of rain making his fur wet, he shivered and felt a lot heavier. Wulf felt around his body to take off his clothes. He felt frightened when he couldn’t find them and worried that his bandanna floated down the sewer. He remembered that he had taken it off during his night terrors which started happening around the time he lost everything, he looked to where he had placed it and only his clothes remained. Wulf started coughing due to a dry throat. He looked farther down the sewer and saw a small ball of cloth. Running over to and and tripping once he reached it busting his snout. He picked and the cloth and unfolded, it wasn’t much but it was more than anything. Wrapping his bandana around his broken snout he felt sick. He decided to not stay inside the sewage drain and grabbed his clothes. He later found a construction yard for a tower or something that seemed like an abandoned project. 
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(When the day broke Wulf’s snout hurt and he still had a minor cold. His clothes were dried since he hung them on a piece of rebar and he decided to explore the construction yard he was in. Everything he encountered inside the half finished building was all new to him. It looked like a science building mixed with a factory. Most of the tools were in place and Wulf found the reason it was abandoned. A couple of spores had grown in sections of the building and completely covered a hatch or staircase to a lower level. He was lucky to have found a mask to stop most of the toxic spores from entering inside him. He decided he would leave that to another day to explore).
After the spore encounter in his new home Wulf decided to explore the city. Wulf reaches a small park with some Talyxian Plants. Benches scattered the park with some being occupied but Wulf chose a bench off to the side and watched other people play in the park. Wulf twisted his head to see an automobile stop and park at a store front and deliver boxes of food. Wulf thought for awhile and decided, even though he didn’t like it, he would be a thief. Although at this moment he was just taking from a random person in the future he would try his best to take from those who deserved like thieves and people who were against the Nightshade Clan. He would be a vigilante, fighting the crime of the city just like one of the stories his mother would always tell him.
It is a factory and Wulf builds things. He is a scientist and invents things to help him survive on his own as well as machines that speak to him to help him not be lonely. He clears out the lower area in 8 years and discovers even better tech under in the catacombs of the building. From the radiation he has grown an immunity to the spores from the help of the Uranium when he was a kid. Wulf invents stuff like wings that will help him glide from place to place, they are small and compact
=== Chapter 5: Fight or Flight ===
8 long years passed filled with many interesting stories. Wulf is sitting on the edge of an almost constructed. It was another wonderful day. Rain was pouring over the rooftops with a small frey fog about the buildings. It was dark out but just as the sun was setting, casting a faint darkness over the whole city. 
Over the course of the 10 years he has stuck to his promise of being a vigilant. Although he had to do things that would've gotten him in jail. Getting into fights was something he rarely did, not that he was bad at it, but because there was no reason when stealth was the best option and knocking someone out from time to time was a lot more safer. Killing was something he did even more rarely and only if it was the last possible thing to do. Every time he had to do it, which has been 4 times now, they had been hired assassins sent to kill Wulf and Wulf would have died if they didn’t. Each time he did that he remembered his town and had a small gut punch from his consciousness, he was getting better even though he thought he shouldn’t be too good at that.
 
Wulf kept everything he did a secret to the city. Although he was doing good, making the city crime rates lower, he knew that if any of the Clan found him they would lock him up. If the Clan didn’t get him the people he angered would, both sides wanted him badly. Wulf stole materials from factories and homes but mostly from crime bosses and rival clans. He used his new factory as a secret base of sorts. As Wulf grew with experience the more contraband would be found by the Clan and the more things would happen in the city. No one knew who Wulf was since the only thing he had other than the bandanna was his identity. 
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Wulf was wearing his bandanna covering his maw, the air was dense that day with a horrible smell after a swarm of creatures attacked the city. He stood up and was using a spyglass to eye a tall building off in the distance. Wulfs’ wings had a malfunction earlier that day so he left them back at home for repairs. He looked around him for a path along the roofs for a path and started running. Wulf had learned many things to stay in the shadows and getting from point A to point B was no problem. Wulf knew the city like the back of his paws.
Wulf was running along the roofs looking for a gap to hop down street level. It was drizzling but the air was still dense and a slight haze was rolling over the city. He saw a sloped roof that he could slide off to get to the ground forgetting completely that there was a small 5 inch barrier along the edge of the roof. As he began to slide down it he realized his mistake and before he knew it he was rolling right off the side. On the way down, luckily for Wulf, he fell into a pile of rubbish. When he landed he laid there letting the rain soak into his fur and clothes. With lesson learnt he stood up, he winced slightly as he felt a slight pain in his tailbone which was expected since he did land on it.
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Wulf looked down the alley he was in and re-orientated himself with the warehouse. Hopping over a fence with no trouble he came to the back of the warehouse. He had scoped the situation a few days prior and found out it was being used. Wulf didn’t know much about what was going on other than some kind of supply for a small bandit militia disguised to look like the Nightshade clan to the south-west. The plan was that right at this moment it was unpatrolled and he could just walk and and take a look around.
The direction he had chosen to enter from didn’t have a door straight inside nor access from a higher location so Wulf searched around for another way. He came across a sewer drain that connected to the warehouse. He thought back to when he was 6 and almost lost his bandanna. He shivered and tightened it around his face. The sewers were dark even for his eyes which looked better than most. He could barely see 4 feet in front of him. Everything from one of his eyes was grey which allowed him to see slightly farther with that eye but it didn’t help so he had to rely on his surroundings. Through the placid waters Wulf felt his way through. He thought everything was going good until he reached a corner and slightly stumbled into the water. He didn’t bruise his snout like he did last time which he thanked. Reaching around he propped himself back up and flicked his hands dry, which didn’t help too much. Once the fur was wet it didn’t dry too quickly.
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Walking through the sewers for what felt like ever Wulf finally felt a rung along the wall. With the sound of dripping rain he looked up and saw 4 small holes with the moon barely shining through he climbed upward. With a horrible loud screeching noise he opened it just enough to crawl out. He hoped he was right about the place being empty. The room he was in was a hallway that extended to the left while in the front was a wide opening going into a huge empty room illuminated with large factory windows and catwalks scattered underneath them. The room was cold but that didn’t really matter too much. Inside the large room were wooden crates.
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Wulf rushed over to one and crouched next to it. He listened out for anyone and didn’t hear anything. He lifted the top of the crate which was label Rations. Inside were supplies of food. He looked for one that was much smaller so that he could take it. All there crates were too large to take, he looked at the other crates that were covered and higher up which he couldn’t reach. He scampered through the aisles trying to see if he could get up to one of the catwalks. He instead came across a hallway to the side. Wulf looked down the hallway which housed doors into what he presumed were offices. Listening again for the sounds of someone else and only hearing rain, he continued towards them.
He tried opening them finding out each one of them was unlocked. Each room he looked in was empty aside from the single window in each bringing in the moonlight. He looked out of one and saw that it was still raining, a trucked passed by and Wulf took to cover. The truck didn’t stop but didn’t want to take the risk of it seeing him still. He hopped down back to the ground. Everytime he reaches a room with a bookshelf or paper strewn across the desks he would read them in search for a manifest of some sort. He reached the second to last room and searched the desk finding a manifest. The manifest wasn’t only just for foods, it listed material such as lamps, weapons, oil, cigars and other appliances. Wulf turned the paper over to the backside and noticed a small note on it.
TO Ulliel
You will be talking to a fellow Sergal about the transfer in the depths of the forest to the east five days by vehicle from now. This Sergal is named Tener Baron and he will be the one you deliver the supplies to, you might have followed him back to his hometown Uran to see if he can be trusted. If he takes you anywhere else to kill him it's most likely a set up. Take a pistol with you just in case you start feeling ballsy and you want to do something right for once. Leave this note in the East warehouse to let me know you can follow directions.
Wulf reread the note over and over again, he thought about this as being a fake since his town was burnt down and there was no way it was rebuilt. The note had to be written before the attack and he felt as if it had something to do with it. He thought that the whole situation he was in was a setup. He folded the note and pocketed it and was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him.
“Do you know how much trouble you are in young one?”
Wulf turned towards the voice and was face to face with a guard. The guard raised his lance to Wulf’s face. Wulf whimpered with dread. He looked towards the guard with the light shining behind him. He was wearing the Royal Clan Guard armour with the Nightshades emblem on the front. The dark purple contrast of the armour made him seem like a ghost. Although there was no one ruler of the clan the best guards protected the “higher class rulers” of the clan. Wulf told the guard that he was only looking for food and didn’t mean any harm. The guard responded with “Unless you're fond of eating paper you're still committing acts of crime.”
Wulf was looking past the guard for a change of escape but there was none. The guard barked “Your excuses won't fly with me, I am taking you to the clan court.” 
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Wulf responded with “Look, I am just claiming what is made from nature. You wouldn’t arrest me for eating berries from outside the city so why should this count? I am just fending for myself in this world.”
The guards expression turned from slight annoyance to utter anger. “Enough with the bullshit” he said.
Wulf’s dodged to the left as the guard swung at him. The guard swung again and since Wulf didn’t have time to dodge again he held up his arms and braced the attack. It sent him flying into the nearby desk with a loud crash as he hit his head against it. The guard swung again to finally try and subdue Wulf but Wulf grabbed the lance with his hands. It wasn’t the brightest idea since he grabbed the sharp side but he held his grip. Wulf had experienced worse pain than this.
The guard tugged at his lance only making the blade cut deeper into Wulf’s paws. Wulf let out a tear of pain and tugged at the lance to try and get the guard offset but his tail cramped with pain and he stumbled letting go of the lance. With Wulf’s moment of helplessness the guard swung the blunt side of his lance at Wulf knocking him off his feet and holding the lance to Wulf’s neck. As Wulf was about to dash for the door for a hope of getting out of this situation he looked into the guards eyes as he felt a ting up his spine. Wulf assumed that from the attack and since he hurt his tail earlier it was a bad combo, and he was right. He felt as the pain ran through his body and he passed out having the feeling of being dragged away with purple in his eyes.
=== Chapter 6: Train Harder, Drop Dead ===
When Wulf awoke he opened his eyes to a grey room dimly lit by a single light. He felt as if he had just been tortured. He couldn’t believe where he was nor what had happened. His dreams didn’t help either, every since that night he has been getting terrors constantly. There were no windows, sink, mirror, anything except a cot and a door. His wounds that he had suffered were bandaged and the only thing he had was his bandana. He guesses whoever threw him in this purgatory saw that it was important to him, thankfully. For what felt like weeks he only thought to himself because what was the point of talking. Whenever he fell asleep food would arrive at the front of his door with no other trace of life. Noise was silent except for his own and the only thing to keep the voices in his head he had was to exercise. 
Every now and then he would have dreams of his family, friends, and past life. They always end with waking up in screams. For days this was his life, wake, eat, exercise, think, sleep, repeat. Nothing was changing and the only thing Wulf had was his bandanna. 
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Just like any other day in this insanity trap everything was the same except there was a note instead of his food. The note read “Having fun yet little one? -Royal Guard Emery.” Being slightly annoyed about not getting food he was still shocked by the letter. Emery was one of the most elite Royal Guards. Thinking back to times he had run into guards in the city, Emery was someone who he encountered many times. Almost every time Wulf barely managed to escape with his life. She was only used to protect the city from the most dangerous creature attacks, very important missions, and one of his favorites, stopping people who tried to take down the clan. Obviously Emery had a grudge on Wulf believing he was a complete lunatic scum.
She had never been able to capture Wulf with each encounter making her more furious, although she did manage to knick him every time they meet. He waited that day until something special happened, which he was expecting now since they didn’t feed him. He heard the sounds of metal clanks against the ground. With a shriek he watched the door open and two guards enter. They looked at each other then back at Wulf before pointing at him and then carting him away to another unknown place. He was dragged into another room with the only exception of two chairs and a table this time, aside from the guards standing by the door to stop any misconduct. He waited again for a long time until he heard the door behind him open. A voice he had come to dislike talked behind him before showing themselves and sitting on the other side of the table. She introduced herself as Emery. 
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With a sigh from both of them Emery introduced herself although she didn’t really need to. Wulf gazed at Emery while she explained how she wanted him dead but instead decided to let him become a warrior for Hemlock. Wulf laughed reluctantly until he saw she was serious. Emery explained how she admired Wulf and in reality obsessed with him. Wulf thought about it and in the back of his mind did enjoy her overall demanding and authoritarian rank but quickly thought of the task at hand. Emery told Wulf how she admired how such a small creature compared to her, unrelated to actual height, was able to survive such a horrible life. She told Wulf that she could relate to her life and Wulf agreed to be taken under her wing and join Hemlock as a Warrior.
Wulf would now spend the next 2 years training to be an excellent guard under Emery herself, Emery and Wulf become very close friends. He became well acquainted with the guards and learned how to fight crime and run missions without having to think about being caught. Wulf was one of the best and became an elite in a year after his training. He had made 2 best friends. Yurix, a female Nevrean, or at least that's what she said she was. He could never tell, although some more manly and with darker colours he never judged her. She had a look of both sexes and Wulf never pushed for an answer from her. Doon was his other friend, he was a male Agunder son of one of the elders of the clan. Wulf was surprised that he had made such powerful friends but never really thought of it in that way.
=== Chapter 7: Ends As It Starts ===
The three amigos went on many missions and did many patrols together, on more occasions he traveled with Emery herself. They each saved each other's lives many times. Examples such as Yurix saving Wulf and Doon from a burning building that had collapsed on them both and another time when Wulf took a bullet to save both of them are only a few of the dangerous adventurous they went on. 
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One night though The three were camped at the edge of the desert. There mission was to locate a group of raiders that were planning on attacking Hemlock. The thought of it reminded Wulf too much of his own town to turn down. Their mission was handed down by Emery herself. She did not like Wulf too much on most occasions but aloud Wulf and his team take it down. The mission was going great until they were caught off guard by a Talyxian creature that had alarmed the raiders and maimed Wulf’s leg. He could still walk on it but it hurt like hell and needed to be tended to. They couldn’t stop and take care of those issues since the raiders started to attack them. The information on how many of them was also incorrect causing the whole mission to be even more unrepairable. Doon tried to protect Wulf from being stabbed in the chest. He flopped over with blood pouring out of him, laying restless. Yurix felt ill for Wulf since Doon tried to protect Wulf for no reason. Although they didn’t want to Wulf gave the order to have them both flea but neither listened. They but didn’t have too much time to grieve over him. Yurix and Wulf held back the attackers. The raiders attacked both of them but Wulf shoved Yurix out of the way from a lance and toppled over from the wound. Yurix looked at Wulf but was attacked again. She was maimed and they were both dragged and captured.
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Wulf was interrogated and kept his mouth shut for weeks. They broke his arms, smashed his tail to try and tortured each other in eyesight of the other to force the information out of either of them. Starvation, drowning, suffocation, all of the things they did to Yurix and Wulf but they still kept their mouths shut. They bribed Wulf for information by claiming they would send Yurix into the desert. He told them partially what they wanted to know and begged them to not do that. They shoved Wulf’s face to the ground and he watched as Yurix stumbled forward towards the endless sky. She didn’t make it out of eyesight before she dropped and didn’t move. They took three broken lances they scavenged and broke the tip off the ends. They took Wulfs tail and wrapped it around is leg breaking it in the process. They took one of the blades and stabbed at his left leg where the end of his tail was wrapped, they pushed the blade deep into him and left it there holding his broken tail in place on his leg. Wulf was slipping in and out of consciousness and with two other throbs of pain he felt the one of the blades pierce is right arm and the other pierce his right foot, the bandits dragged Wulf over to where Yurix laid and threw him on top here.
A day passed and on the verge of death yet again Wulf felt his body being dragged across the sand. He didn’t get a good look at anything other than the sky when he passed out again. When he awoke again he felt the dagger, not really since most of his nerves were shocked or damaged, in his right arm pulled out and replaced with a liquid feel and then a soft feeling. He didn’t feel the other blade in his leg so he assumed whoever pulled out the blade in his arm also pulled out the blade in his leg. He was about to turn his head when he felt warm liquid pouring down his mouth and passing out again. 
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When he awoke was inside of a makeshift tent. He tried to sit up but his body refused every action he tried to do. He was able to move his head slightly to the left and didn’t see much other than a loaf of bread with a note on it. He couldn’t make out the note so he tried to turn his head to the right, With a sharp rejection from his shoulder he decided that wasn’t a great idea. Turning his head back to the left he laid there staring at the loaf of bread. He was famished. He tried to move his arm and with a slow and painful movement he managed to knock the loaf on its side. He gazed at his left arm realizing it was one of his only limbs that wasn’t completely bandaged or splinted. He reached for the load again and was able to slowly push it towards his muzzle. He managed to open his mouth to nibble on the corner of it. After getting a pebble size out of it he fell unconscious again. A couple more days later with the feeling of another person, or more since he was unable to tell if there was just one, tending to his wounds and feeding him for the most part he was able to prop himself up into a sitting position. He couldn’t really sit comfortably since his whole tailbone was wrapped, splinted, and all sorts of messed up. Not to mention his left leg was stabbed and broken so he couldn’t extend it or move it without shearing pain. He was eyeing his body when he noticed there was someone at the entrance of his new home. With a smile the body presented as a Nevrean who was sent with a small group of eighteen to backup Wulf and his team. 
Wulf is left with scars but the only visible one is in his ear where they took a dagger and sliced it in half, causing Wulf to go deaf for a while. 
The Nevrean grabbed the blanket Wulf was laying on and dragged him out of the tent, Wulf never saw that what he had been using to stay somewhat warm was also a makeshift stretcher. He was pulled out into a nighttime scene. With a small cheer some of the caretakers greeted Wulf and honored him as a warrior with no fear. He smiled but then asked to see Doon and Yurix, the group stopped their excitement instantly. They asked Wulf who he was talking about, wondering if he had more people join him on his adventures. Wulf told them about his two friends but no one knew he was talking about, Wulf told them that he just needed some water and to ignore what he said. The Neverean commanded another Sergal to fetch some more water. The Sergal gave Wulf some water and asked if he could get some more quiet time. Wulf pondered about why the others didn’t know about Yurix or Doon since everyone knew who they were. He shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
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Another few days passed and the group set on a trek back to Hemlock, Wulf was being carted away in his stretcher with his bandanna resting on his chest. A few of the members stayed back to scout the area out for any plans of the raiders or other life. Wulf hated the thought of leaving his friends somewhere and vowed to comeback if his friends weren’t with him when this was over. The trip was relatively fast due to the fact that they had vehicles. It was a short but very bumpy ride, Wulf looked out the back of the car he was in the whole time and still questioned what had happened to Doon and Yurix. He hoped to meet Emery and ask her what she thought and what orders to give him to do.
The rest of the story is unwritten, never finished it. Wulf will discover his friends where just an imagination he had, he will go crazy, find another survivor from his village in a different city. He will meet them and see that it was his crush that he had, spend a while getting to know here only to find she is now married. Turns out she was also the one who helped with the attack on the village. Cruel. Leave off into the woods and plan a course through the desert to go find the Golden Ring City. I was planning on ending it there, so imagine a gust of dust making Wulf disappear with the sounds of the massive beasts in the distance already hunting him'''
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Setting
It takes place in Farlig Forest, A note being that it is on the same planet as Gold Ring just across a massive dessert. Only one Sergal crossed it and is considered to be drunk. The ability to travel the desert is there it is just that most vehicles, all of them basically, “die” due to constant sand wear and tear and the length of the desert is immense. 
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Character List
Wulframite Echo Aeronnax (Sergal) Male - Main Character
Maddock Aeronnax (Sergal) Male - Wulframite’s Father
Iria Aeronnax (Sergal) Female - Wulframite’s Mother
Yurix Fýlo (Nevrean) ??? - Fanfic character      *Just in Wulfs head*
Doon Evigleif (Agunder) Male - Son of High ranking Elder      *Just in Wulfs head*
Emery Lavendelkreuz (Sergal) Female - High ranking Royal Guard
Ulliel (???) - Useless character
Tener Baron (Sergal) Male - Father of Ira Baron
Sky Herrscher Baron (Sergal) Female - Only other survivor of the Uran incident (Wulf’s Love Interest)
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Weaknesses 	Strengths
Color blind in left eye. 	Better eyesight, strangely enough. Better focus and aspect than other Sergals or even creatures.
Scars on: Right ear 	Quick thinking and ingenious, cunning mindset. 
Wulf enjoys being alone. He his a leader but loves to be a “follower” for Emery Lavendelkreuz 	High fortitude towards pain and nature aspects such as cold and heat. High fortitude and endurance. Wounds “heal” quicker than most people. Resistance basically.
Trust issues with people he doesn’t know, it takes a while to get to know someone since he has trust issues. Contradictory.	Where others are sad, or have feelings, Wulf is numb to most of them although he is good a persuasion and is able to hide his feelings.
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