Zar - Wolf
Visar - All other animals

The Fall of a Legend

Furious snarls echoed through the lands of Rahk as the two giant, mighty wolves ripped and tore at one another. Crimson covered the earth around them, wounds spilled the warm, red liquid upon their pelts.
The father and daughter were passing through the old, abandon lands, on their way to the Grateful Dead pack, hearing it was being reborn. the lands though...these were the ones he was born upon, and fled from. Bones of those who had fallen in the war lay within the dirt, some of the carcasses still had tufts of fur on them, some still rotting, waiting for the flying scavengers to finish them up. Even mans' bones lay there, too, which made the large, black wolf snarl in disgust.
He was explaining to his daughter, Ice, what had happen to many years ago, totally oblivious to the fact they were being stalked. Ice was the first to scent the wolf, but before they could even ready themselves, the huge, grey wolf leapt from the shadows and towards the she-wolf. The great legend leapt in though, meeting the others' claws with teeth.
Thus, the battle went underway. Ice could only watch from the side in horror, for she hadn't experiance in fighting.
The grey wolf's name was Rakaja, ne of her father's old enemies, sent to kill his daughter. She carried with her a secret the legend knew about, and apparently, whoever sent Rakaja did, too. It was a power of life and death, good and evil, power enough to beat man, even.
Rakaja wasa huge wolf just like his rival, though younger and stronger. His sharp claws sliced through the black wolf's flanks and shoulders, his teeth ripping away at his ears, legs, tail, and throat. The legend was too old and weak now; he was losing gravely. Rakaja's jaws locked deep within the legend's scruff, and with the great strength in the grey wolf's neck, he hurled him harshly onto the ground, grinning madly down to him. Certain the black wolf hadn't the energy to rise, Rakaja turned towards Ice, drool and blood dripping from his jaws.
The she-wolf backed away, whimpering in fear. Just as Rakaja was about t spring after her, sharp teeth peirced into his ankle, and powerful jaws crunched onto it until it snapped in two. Rakaja cried out in pain, then whipped around to the legend, who was now standing.
"How dare you even try to touch my daughter, you filth."
With all his might, the legend launched himself at Rakaja, pinning him down with massive, trembling paws. Those mighty jaws closed on the throat, and shook violently, ripping the vein of life to shreds. Rakaja gurgled a growl, then fell limp beneath the mighty black wolf, who sank down to his haunches, staring down to the dead Zar.
Crimson oozed heavily from every wound. Ice stared at her father, unable to say anything. Her cold, ice blue eyes roamed his handsome features.
His coat was as black as the night itself, shaggy and thick. His eyes were as crimson as the blood that dripped from his body. Everything about him was so magnefisent, she couldn't have been more proud to be his daughter, especially after such a battle.
"Continue on to Grateful Dead...keep going north, cross coyote, and there you shall find her, Pseudo." He whispered shakily.
Ice Nodded and took a step towards her father. He then raised his regal crown and cried out to the world, his last words of life.

"I will not die falling...
I shall stand and hold my head high while my paws quake, my body quivers, and my last shaking breath escapes my maw.
I shall die in honor, not shame. I shall carry pride in my song, never doubt, and until my vision goes black, and body numb, I shall fight for what I believe in, what I stand for, and what I live for.
Do not test my courage, Visar of the world, I was not given the name "Demon" for no reason."
He then lowered his head, closed his eyes, and smiled as he fell to his side.
"I am very proud of you, my daughter. Now go. Go and live." He gasped.
And then she knew he, too, had gone off into the heavens above to be forever free as the Zar was ment to be. Ice's eyes sparkled with tears. She threw her head up to the sky, telling the world her sorrow and pride, her anger and fear. The forest fell silent as all the Visar listened. When the last note faded, she padded to his corpse and nodded, racing off through the lands towards the pack.
'He may be gone physically,' She thought as she ran, 'but in my heart, forever the great IronPaw shall live on.'