"Sold" and "Scytheblade Brotherhood"

[Nami]

"Sold"
In the middle of the long-lost night,
I sit upon the shadow of the sycamore tree,
And I dream drearily about the fight,
The one that had so nearly killed me...

The swords flashing through the air
continue to haunt my every moment,
As the image of blood shed covers my vision,
I have no more regret for that dare...

I was dared to sell my soul to hell
Upon which decision I cast judgment,
Obviously I chose wrong as I fell,
the spiral was unavoidable...

Flames swallowed up my heart, mind, and body
and filled in that painful gap where love used to lie,
and where the lurking master collected the fee
I owed it all to my own desire and hate.

[Nami]

We are the Scytheblade Brotherhood. We are as old as time itself, even older if you ask some. There are few who do not know of the point in history when we were accepted as protectors and guardians of the Kafrina Wolf Packs. There are also few who do not know the tales of our fall through corrupt leaders and terrible choices. Murder and blood surround our name along with mysteries that shroud our original nobility and valor. It is because of this that any bearing the crossed scythe mark is shunned. We are no longer strong. We're alone.

I am named Blackbird, one of these wolves who managed to drag themselves up from the smoldering ashes of their reputation, one of those who are hated just for their birth. Once upon a time the scythe mark was an honor. It was a mark spread across the fur that one bore proudly as a badge of courage. Eventually this mark became a curse... something to be jeered at for its meaning. The Scytheblade Brotherhood died out. Along with it died traditions.

Reborn. I alone must bring this time back... the time when we were accepted instead of hated. It is my burden to bear. I will spend my days on this world looking for those who have the mark. It will not be as obvious as mine, this I know, for I am the only wolf who has it spanning their entire back. Other wolves will have small marks on thier foreheads, legs, or even stomach or chest. I know I can find them. I can right this wrong. But it is a lonely, hard road.
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For those who see the bright moon
Or those who smell the spice in the air
For those who can sense magics passed
Or secrets the path will share

Look not at the future
But examine mistakes in the past
So you will not repeat them
And your happiness will last

Without the help of friends
and without the stars to guide
there is no source of knowledge
no heart in which to confide

Hoping for the best
our journey will press on
to restore the history we may
and bring forth a new dawn

A cry towards the white cloud
or a whisper to the wind
respect the world around
for we are all a'kined

(I know a'kined is not a word. Somebody help me fix that stanza D: I need a better word or line)

[Schemilix]

First one make me think of Fox.. .I like it a lot... Especially the first stanza.

[Nami]

I was actually THINKING of him when I wrote it. (lol yes I was thinking *gasp*) Basically since I haven't written anything in a long arse time, I just chose the character I used to write so frequently about. Just happened to be yours.

[Schemilix]

Awwww. <3 I;m flattered.

You clearly did a good job.

[Nami]

^^ I'm happy you like it... first stanza is the best in my personal opinion.

[Schemilix]

They;re all good, though the second's sub-par to the rest.