Shaelich's Story, Chapter 1
#1 of Shaelich's Story
The story of the Sobie.
His voice was gruff, highly commanding. As he ordered the Sobie troops, they followed and obeyed his every command. He didn't hesitate to tell them what to do, or what he thought. He watched them scramble to their posts.
"Get going, or you'll be fed to the dogs!"
Shaelich made no empty threats.
Shaelich was a beast, a terrifying beast, only to have any respect for his own clan, and from his own clan, the Sobie.
He sighed and leaned back on a tree. Grinning and puffing away on his cigar, he spoke to his right hand man, all without looking at him.
"It'll be no time before we have them under our thumbs, Grae."
Grae was a nervous-looking Sobie. He glanced around with wide eyes.
"Yes, sir! I would say we have them cornered!"
Shaelich closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree.
"I think that they don't know what they've gotten themselves into, Grae."
The "they" that Shaelich and Grae were referring to were a different species entirely. The species was known by them as "dorere", and would be known by us as a half-species, perhaps a half-human-half-animal. In this case...the half-wolves and half-hyenas were teaming against the Sobie.
Shaelich breathed deeply as he looked over the scrambling troops from the hill on which he stood. Grae's ears twitched. He heard something off in the distance. His unrest became enough for Shaelich to notice.
"Is something wrong, Grae?"
Grae blinked nervously and swallowed. "Something is coming...something bad..."
Shaelich stood up straighter and narrowed his eyes. He looked over the horizon and a growl began to simmer in his chest. He called everyone to their places and braced for the things headed their way.