Crunch The berserk: prolouge
This is my 1st fan-fic upload. Its about the how my oc came into the life he lives. I hope you all like it. Feedback is welcome, both negative and posative. Thanks.
Thid is the strange story of a creature from the swamp. He is a alligator furry, and looks like any other of his kind. Large, reptilian, and built for huntung in the swamps he calls home. Around the time of his birth, a very strange thimg happened in his swamp. An attack on hid homeland. this wouldn't be strange at all, seing how most of the other furrys don't really like his species. But this one was odd for the soul fact that A; they lost the fight, which never happened on there home turf, the swamp, and B; The only surviver was an elderly gator, and the youth with which or story is wrapped around. The elder was our heros grandfather, and also a master escape artist. He grabbed his grandson and slipped away into the night. after the attack, he built a hutt for them to live in, and raised the boy in the old ways of fighting. He also had a friend who showed the boy how to fight with a sword, and side-arm, making the warrior an even more effective killing machine. As the years past, the grandfatger died, and so did his weapons mentor, and friend. The young Alligator was alone, in a big scary world. He read his grandfathers journal, and all the history books his grandfather had. He became outraged at the world. "Why would they do this?" he would yell at a swamp that would not awnser back. "They did not deserve this!" He would scream at the night sky, that gave no replie. He learned that around the edges of the swamp, trees were getting destroyed. These people, these "civilized beings" were killing his home. He became the swamps angry guardian, attacking everyone who dared enter. He was a ghost, able to blend with his surroundings, attack, and vanish without a trace. He never killed, only injured, for fear this would spike the way the others thought of him, and his kind. Eventually, he mannaged to build such a reputation that the locals called him "the spirit of the swamp" and would not go near the swamp, let alone destroy it. The Young guardian had what he wanted at last, puece, quiet, and the safety of his home.That is untill one curiously cloudy day, an even more curioud girl entered his swamp, to meet the one standing up to those who would otherwise oppress him, and the world.