Short Stories

[Trident]

 Anybody have any short stories to share?  While this might be kind of confusing, since you don't know what was previously said, here's one of my best role playing posts.

The wolf leader's eyes shined a strange violet color in the reflecting sunlight.  "We are simply known as Violet Ray," she spoke in a quiet voice, very light sounding.  "We all lived on an island far away..."  Thus began to saga, never told to any beasts but the 4 creatures who they had come apon.    They all lived on a far off island, the population some three hundred.  The very incorrigible term "vermin" wasn't heard of.  All of them were alike, and lived in serene sense of sercurity and peace.  That was all like that, until the entire plague swept through.  The plague wasn't of sickness; it was of color.  Normally brown colored weasels, mice, and otters soon turned white, which unlikely in a tropical climate.  The whites were sorted out, and destroyed quickly.  Several brown shes gave brith to whites, and hid them off.  They could only hope that with just a few days to live, that they'd get far off.  The whites were always living in shadows, until they revolted.  They came back with much force, but there was nothing really to come back to.  Everybody had left, and gone sailing.  Out to seek well-needed revenge, the whites left several large ships.  They nosed into a larger island, and went off to explore.  There were about 200 of them.  They were soon surrounded by dark colored creatures, and while the males were taken off into slavery, the females were locked up in cells.  The brave white wolf, known as WyldeSoul, escaped from his slave work and freed all the females.  He told them to leave, and seek their well needed freedom.  They swore to come back.  Years later, the females did just that.  When seeing the females clad in bright violet dresses, the men turned on their masters, and began to attack.  Male and female alike were slain, and few escaped with their lives.  The males died at sea, and the females forever mourned.  When they returned years later, there was nothing left.  The females decided to be known as Violet Rays (not violent) and they traveled great distances, singing of misfortune.  They were all so greatly lamented, that only one had other thoughts.  That was she wolf, the leader.  Her name was none other than Wylethia (why-leth-eea).