Vectis (needs to be finished)

He was born the last out of 4 pups, he had also truned out to be the smallest and weakest. He was tormented by his siblings and looked down upon by his parents. His da was a intimidating ashen white hessian with broad chest and muscular jowls, his ma was a beautiful alabaster fea. She was sleek and quick on her feet while his da held his amout of strength as a wepon in battle his maw used her agility. He always knew when to open his lids when he felt the moons light upon them, as a pup he was quite and stayed to himself most of the time for he was used to being shuned, after all the runt of the litter didnt get much attention. When it came time to feed he was always pushed to the end of line, only fed on scraps his slender physique didnt help with his name as the weak pup. The next evening changed his life, it started out as all the others, never diffrent in a pups eyes. His lids came to an open as he felt the moons rays upon them, he would then stretch his frame, letting out a yawn or two he would then stumble to the entrance of the den. He would feast his eye upon the site that had changed his life forever, his obsidian gaze never seemed to leave the sight, his da's muscular frame was now limp and shreded, the soil beneath him stained crimson. His ma was lyaed upon the undegrowth, her banner covered her bleeding maw. He was forbidden to leave the den at his age but he did so anyways. His pads felt heavy as he started towads his shattered da and broken ma. He would never forget what she had told him when he had apporched her, "Do not whimper nor show fear or sadness, I will be with you always in your heart, never forget were you came from, never let your pride take over from what you think is right, you are a fighter young one,, you are brave......my young Vectis." he watched as she heaved the last breath from her slender maw as the light faded from her once glimmering optics. He sat by her side for days though she did not ever give him much attention as the other pups he still loved her. Over the years he taught himself all he needed to know to keep alive, he adapted quickly and was very smart for his age. He wore his dads features with pride as he paded through the overgrown forest. In all his years he went by his mothers words, he never showed fear nor cowardenice, he was a tough hessian with a soft side. He would often look over the scars imbeded into his frame as his sins in his soul.