Howling Falls is a forest the spains for miles surronding the village of Volcana in its depths. Within the forest is a village called Zorganic were Princess Savira and her werewolf pack live.
After the princess was abandoned by her father, as a young child she hadn’t understood it at the time and tried many time to return to the village of Volcana.
Living with her mother for another five years making her the age of nine. They lived in a Werewolf village ruled by her mother called Zorganic Village within the depth of a valley filled with tress and a beautiful water fall.
The valley was called Howling Falls. The town was mostly made of bamboo huts, underground dens, some basic shops, a fames bar called Moonshine owned by a bitten werewolf named Perry Blazes one of Savira’s closes friends as she was growing-up.
Growing-up with elder wolf cub’s her twin friends Leah and Michael –blood wolves. Perry blazes an bitten-wolf, Master Blade Moonlight an bitten-wolf and the children’s guardian. Dusty an elder blood-wolf the village’s shaman and the puppies babysitter as well as Savira’s father figure, all the cub’s and people of the village looked to Dusty for guidance.
One dark night, one which would never be forgotten by Savira and the other wolves.
It was the middle of winter, rain pouring down, a chill in the air as the first snow drop of the season fell to the ground.
Scooped from her bed by her mother, louder thunderous noises ringing in her ears, she could hear crying and shouting. Within her mother’s strong arms they left their bamboo hut, her innocent eyes saw the demons chasing her friends, shouting out to them was her first mistake, the demons turned to see them, with creepy smirks planted across their faces they attacked the Alpha wolf of the pack, Savira’s mother.
Her mother fought bravely, Savira tried to fend them off as well but their were to many, before a demon could grab the young princess her mother pulled out her whip and lashed out at the monster, giving Savira time to runaway as her mother had told her to.
Just for a second she had turned her head to look back and saw her mother being taken away by a dark scary tall demon. She wanted to shout out mummy, but Dusty covered her mouth so that the demons wouldn’t come back for her.
Now that the Queen had been kidnapped by the demon lord Dememder, Savira Drahowl was rightful Alpha of the pack. By birth right.
The next morning she awake to the sounds of people rebuilding, putting out fires, shouting out things about who was missing. She walked out of Dusty’s den calling for her mother, searching for her, know one had the heart to tell her that her mother had been taken and could of been killed.
Returning to where she’d last been with her mother she saw her mum’s weapon, picking-up the whip, it was large in her hands, she hugged it to her chest as tears welled in her eyes. Dusty placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, though she shock him off and run away from him. She was to upset to talk to any of them, she left the village and heading to see her father.
She could track him with her wolfish gifts, after three days she reached the village of Volcana.
She seeked the comfort of her fathers arms. Though once he saw her he called this guards. Staying a feather five days and nights in their dungeon, when her father came to visit her just once all he could say was you ruined everything! Still being a child she reached out to him through the bars, only wanting to be held, to be loved.
Another seven days later curled-up in a ball in a dark corner of the ceil, starving and weak her father came again. After all he had done to her she still smiled at him and walked to him. If not the lowest thing in the world, her father was planning on selling her to a circus.
The money would pay for her keep and get her faraway from him. Once let out of the ceil she run to her father and hugged him tightly, he kicked her away, hitting the wall hard. The two men from the circus grabbed her; she fought against them, suddenly her hands heated-up the men dropped her.
Her powers had awakened, a fire ball hovering above her hand it scared her slightly as she shock to get rid of it and ended-up setting the building on fire. Scared by her own powers and the men she bolted out of the building onto the streets.
The fire spread, everyone in the village fought to put out the fire and forgot about her for the meantime.
Falling asleep in the streets in a box, when she awake she find her father and like a stupid child run-up to him. Hugging him, she looked-up at him with scared teary eyes and keep saying ‘I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to.’ From behind came the men from the circus and bagged her in a sack, like a wild animal she fought to free herself as they paid her father, she called out to him, ‘Daddy…?’ in an afraid voice.
Read Savira's Profile for more details and for what happens next, after these events.
After the princess was abandoned by her father, as a young child she hadn’t understood it at the time and tried many time to return to the village of Volcana.
Living with her mother for another five years making her the age of nine. They lived in a Werewolf village ruled by her mother called Zorganic Village within the depth of a valley filled with tress and a beautiful water fall.
The valley was called Howling Falls. The town was mostly made of bamboo huts, underground dens, some basic shops, a fames bar called Moonshine owned by a bitten werewolf named Perry Blazes one of Savira’s closes friends as she was growing-up.
Growing-up with elder wolf cub’s her twin friends Leah and Michael –blood wolves. Perry blazes an bitten-wolf, Master Blade Moonlight an bitten-wolf and the children’s guardian. Dusty an elder blood-wolf the village’s shaman and the puppies babysitter as well as Savira’s father figure, all the cub’s and people of the village looked to Dusty for guidance.
One dark night, one which would never be forgotten by Savira and the other wolves.
It was the middle of winter, rain pouring down, a chill in the air as the first snow drop of the season fell to the ground.
Scooped from her bed by her mother, louder thunderous noises ringing in her ears, she could hear crying and shouting. Within her mother’s strong arms they left their bamboo hut, her innocent eyes saw the demons chasing her friends, shouting out to them was her first mistake, the demons turned to see them, with creepy smirks planted across their faces they attacked the Alpha wolf of the pack, Savira’s mother.
Her mother fought bravely, Savira tried to fend them off as well but their were to many, before a demon could grab the young princess her mother pulled out her whip and lashed out at the monster, giving Savira time to runaway as her mother had told her to.
Just for a second she had turned her head to look back and saw her mother being taken away by a dark scary tall demon. She wanted to shout out mummy, but Dusty covered her mouth so that the demons wouldn’t come back for her.
Now that the Queen had been kidnapped by the demon lord Dememder, Savira Drahowl was rightful Alpha of the pack. By birth right.
The next morning she awake to the sounds of people rebuilding, putting out fires, shouting out things about who was missing. She walked out of Dusty’s den calling for her mother, searching for her, know one had the heart to tell her that her mother had been taken and could of been killed.
Returning to where she’d last been with her mother she saw her mum’s weapon, picking-up the whip, it was large in her hands, she hugged it to her chest as tears welled in her eyes. Dusty placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, though she shock him off and run away from him. She was to upset to talk to any of them, she left the village and heading to see her father.
She could track him with her wolfish gifts, after three days she reached the village of Volcana.
She seeked the comfort of her fathers arms. Though once he saw her he called this guards. Staying a feather five days and nights in their dungeon, when her father came to visit her just once all he could say was you ruined everything! Still being a child she reached out to him through the bars, only wanting to be held, to be loved.
Another seven days later curled-up in a ball in a dark corner of the ceil, starving and weak her father came again. After all he had done to her she still smiled at him and walked to him. If not the lowest thing in the world, her father was planning on selling her to a circus.
The money would pay for her keep and get her faraway from him. Once let out of the ceil she run to her father and hugged him tightly, he kicked her away, hitting the wall hard. The two men from the circus grabbed her; she fought against them, suddenly her hands heated-up the men dropped her.
Her powers had awakened, a fire ball hovering above her hand it scared her slightly as she shock to get rid of it and ended-up setting the building on fire. Scared by her own powers and the men she bolted out of the building onto the streets.
The fire spread, everyone in the village fought to put out the fire and forgot about her for the meantime.
Falling asleep in the streets in a box, when she awake she find her father and like a stupid child run-up to him. Hugging him, she looked-up at him with scared teary eyes and keep saying ‘I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to.’ From behind came the men from the circus and bagged her in a sack, like a wild animal she fought to free herself as they paid her father, she called out to him, ‘Daddy…?’ in an afraid voice.
Read Savira's Profile for more details and for what happens next, after these events.