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Registered: 2016-11-20

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The island of Terramort , home of Gorax The Bloody

Gorax was clearly upset as he sat on his throne, a chair made of steel, lined with gold, and had diamonds on the ends of the armrests. "Bring the  sea otter forwards.."

The guards pulled forwards a fierce looking sea otter, the sea otter had been a slave most of his life.He glared and showed no fear at the wolverine and spoke in an icy cold voice "Ya scum...ya killed me father,me mother...took me and me friends as slaves, ya need nothing but death Gorax!"

Gorax was a tall, strong wolverine..taller than most of his spices and his species was rare anymore.His fur a dark brownish-black in color with bits of silver, he may of been old but he was still very deadly."You tried to escape, you killed two of my guards, give me a reason you should still be alive in front of me?" His voice was raspy and gruff,he had a nasty scar on his throat that never healed correctly. His eyes an eerie yellowish-green, with bits of red as well.He had gold rings in both his short ears and his  outfit was made of pure silk,a light purple color,a cape made of otter fur."Of course...I lsain those I don't need, young ones work so much better, their wills broken so easily."

The wolverine, as well as the sea otter, remembered the day the ship,The Crimson Tide, came to his small island tribe....killed all the otters but te young ones, he and his friends...10 in total. He and 2 others is all that lived now and even then he was a terror...a fighter, son of the skipper of the tribe he was.

The sea otter glared death at the wolverine"You have no right ta live ya scum!This island use ta be home to seals, even a tribe of hamsters and you took it over!"

Gorax smirked, "This island use to belong to Gabool the Wild and his vermin, he was a fool to lose it to the likes of..."He makes a face of disgust "Woodlanders...this island belongs to those better suited...vermin or more so.."He grins "Me"

The sea otter looked ready to attack, so many times he had not but this, oh this time he lunged for the wolverine!

The two guards we on the otter before he had a chance to fully reach him, but one guard scream in terror as the otter sank his teeth into his neck and the other guard let go of the otter in shock and backed away paling in pure terror. The otter then jumped onto the wolverine.

Gorax eyes widen, the otter managed to sink his teeth into Gorax arm, the wolverine slammed the otter into the floor once...twice....and the otter was unconscious after the 3nd time. The wolverine then took the sea otter and smirked as blood rushed down the wolverine's arm, he went to the area where a high cliff was, "How long can ya hold ya breath ...oh yes ya cant unconscious...can an otter breath under water"His eyes light up with cold icy smile  "Let's...seee" The sea otter was dropped and Gorax went to a slave, a hamster "You tend to my arm now slave"

The hamster shaking nodded and quickly tended to the wolverine's arm and backed away, he dared not leave till he was dismissed.

Gorax dismissed the hamster who quickly went back to work. The wolverine looked over his realm and smiled coldly, an old stone base, seasons upon seasons old stood, even better than before as he had 2 watch towers added, he keep the garden some hamsters had, simple veggies, and a couple of apple trees but enough for a tribe of hamsters. The hamsters had made a small, now old rubble, log building for a meeting, what he didn't know was that an old cave,now covered with weeds even more, was where the hamsters also stayed....a series of tunnels, more so was known by...other creatures......

The sea otter had woken shorted after he was sent to the sea. he was being tended to by...an old aged hamster, near him..seals, nowhere near the numbers of before but about 15  were left in a tribe that used to be 100. So..so many seals were slain over the past seasons since the wolverine had claimed this island as his home, his base and only recently he decided he wanted...more land, he just had yet to attempt it.

"Where....am I?" The sea otter asked as he sat up slowly.

The old aged hamster spoke "Safe...these are my friends, I will teach you their language." The old aged hamster seemed so old and so frail, how long had he been here was not known, but he seemed to not worry on his age as he slowly went to a rok shelf, he walked with a limp and a cane with feathers, colored ropes and stones...."Your...need ta be ready..."

The otter blinked "Read fer..wot?"

"For the ones to come....they will need you....."

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Oz-  Badger-young adult-Wanderer