# Ricin: The Origins Story

Author: RicinsBlueBox
Tags: Adventure, Canine, Epic, Gore, Story, Wolf, canon

Just the very beginning of my canon for my fursona, Ricin! This will probably be uploaded in short chunks like this, so I hope you enjoy and stuff ^^. I know it's short and not very exciting, but enjoy anyway xP.
Yours truly,
- Ricin

There are tales of many wolves in the past who have done great things.&nbsp; _Legendary_ things.&nbsp; Packs across the plains have whispered their stories to their pups, many a litter looking to their leader as if they would find the legendary wolves themselves.&nbsp; Yet legends are not made.&nbsp; Destiny steps in--yes, legends are indeed _born_, chosen from birth.&nbsp; They are part of an elitist group, almost; a premier club they cannot escape.&nbsp; The clutch of destiny is with them always.&nbsp; Some pups fulfill their destinies and become legends.&nbsp; When those wolves pass on and join the ranks of the heavens, their stories live long past them.&nbsp; Those kinds of legends turn into stories, stories that are known to all.&nbsp; Some stories live past their real counterpart, but other real counterparts live right alongside their legends.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wolves that live alongside their own legendary stories become nearly semi-gods, _heroes_ to the packs around the plains, the mountains, the desolate cities of old.&nbsp; When the stories and the wolf they surround become intertwined, their origins become unknown.&nbsp; Their life is a mysterious, epic tale of fate.&nbsp; Some stories are meant to be followed.&nbsp; Others, however, are feared, yet respected, doomed by destiny but rescued by fate's intervention--some stories were never meant to be spoken nor followed ever.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; One such wolf's legend is exactly that.

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-Present day-

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the dusk of the evening where the sun bled against the horizon and the sky took on a reddish-pink and gold hue, the outskirts of the city became a bleak yet beautiful environment.&nbsp;&nbsp; People started to recede and go back home, cars were usually no longer present on the streets.&nbsp; The stray cats sometimes roamed about, hunting down mice to bring back to their few-heard-about clans.&nbsp; Other times wolves would come around--stray dogs and domestic as well--and converse amongst themselves.&nbsp; But this particular evening, only one wolf lay dormant upon an abandoned park bench that overlooked the valley below.&nbsp; Only the flickering light of a lamp post joined him there.&nbsp; He rested his head upon his paws, laying his ears back as his blue eyes scanned the horizon once more for the umpteenth time.&nbsp;&nbsp; Swaying his tail, he blinked and yawned.&nbsp; _You have been wise to stay out of pack territory.&nbsp; Some of Roxii's enforcers would have your hide if she knew you were in her territory_, he thought to himself, quietly listening to the lamp flickering.&nbsp; His ears twitched and he sighed.&nbsp; His long winded past got him where he was, but he never let that stop him.&nbsp; _Nothing_ got in his way, he was determined and tenacious.&nbsp; He was a fighter for sure.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Not but a few minutes later, he heard the familiar _jingle_of a metal tag bumping against the metal D-ring of a collar and he glanced sideways at whoever stepped up to him.&nbsp; It was a younger she-wolf and lab-mix breed.&nbsp; He huffed at her and he stretched before jumping off the bench and sat down on his haunches once his paws touched the concrete.

"Who are you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He growled softly, his once calm blue eyes now shiny opalescent marbles jammed into his skull.&nbsp; The young she-wolf mix looked him straight in the eye, undeterred from his fierce facade.

"I wanna talk with you, that's all,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She replied calmly, gently swaying her tail as she laid down.&nbsp; Her calm demeanor threw him off and he half frowned and furrowed his brow in confusion.&nbsp;_What the hell does she want with me?&nbsp; Do you think she's an enforcer?&nbsp;_ He thought to himself as he twitched his tail.&nbsp; _An enforcer so young, though..._ he shook his head and he stepped back a little and rolled his shoulders, still sitting up, though more relaxed.

"Are you an enforcer of Roxii's?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He inquired stiffly, the she-wolf giving him a quizzical look.

"Who?"

"Rox-- never mind, you're too young to be an enforcer anyways,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The young she-wolf nodded slowly and she slowly wagged her tail.

"So you'll talk with me?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The male sighed and gave her a dull look.

"Well we're sure as hell past word one, now aren't we?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The she-wolf nodded and panted a little, giving the seemingly familiar smile of a dog.&nbsp; As the male laid down, the she-wolf cast him a sideways glance.

"You're a free wolf, right?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The male nodded, following her gaze to his collar and he retorted defensively,

"Of _course_ I am!"

"Then why do you have a collar then?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"I...I was just wondering!&nbsp; I mean... I..."

"You _what_?"

"Don't you feel like you lose some of your dignity by wearing a collar?&nbsp; Doesn't that mean someone owns you?"

"_No one_ 'owns' me.&nbsp; Besides, I was going to ask you the same question,"

"What's your tag say?"

"Tell me what _yours says,_ first."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Between a quick spell of silence, the she-wolf finally gave the male a sharp look.

"Madeline."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The male tilted his head.

"You're not pure wolf, are you?"

"Why, does it matter to you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madeline growled softly at the male's question and she planted herself more firmly to the ground.

"Tell me why you have a collar when you're such a free wolf and then I'll talk about me,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The male gave her a stiff glare and replied,

"It's a long story,"

"How long is long?"

"Longer than you could stay up, I'm sure,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madeline bared her teeth, giving a slightly deeper growl than before and the male chuckled, Madeline finally replying sharply,

"Fine!&nbsp; At least tell me your name,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The male nodded finally, shaking out his coat and laid back down on the pavement.

"Ricin,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madeline blinked dumbly and she glanced straight-on at him.

"I've heard little bits and pieces about you but not enough to know who you are,"

"That's what most pups say,"

"_Funny_,"

"So what breed _are_ you, exactly?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madeline frowned and responded flatly,

"My mother was a _very_brave golden lab, can we leave it at that?&nbsp; I mean what the hell breed are _you_?&nbsp; You look like you came out of an art studio and someone painted you!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ricin narrowed his eyes.

"Hey now, no more stupid questions, _Madeline_."

"It was just a question!"

"Let's see, you wanted to know about my collar so bad, didn't you?"

"Well yeah, I wanted to know,"

"You only _wanted_ to?&nbsp; Do you are not?"

"Well yes, I wante--I mean I _do want_ to know!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madeline cried in response, Ricin sitting up again and stretching.&nbsp; He took a breath in looked down at Madeline.

"Alright.&nbsp; You see, a long time ago I was born into the Northern Pack of the Isles, on a peninsula to the far north..."

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Source: https://sofurry.com/s/J1O6XKQn