Her name is Azula. She lives in her own sanctuary, in the middle of all of the territories. She is a winged white tigeress, as shown above, and she watches over her domain with pride and care. Yet she wasn't always a leader, for she was an orphan growing up, struggling for survival. Though her chances seemed slim, a glimmer of hope shone in her soul and she made it though, growing into a beautiful young cat, following her destiny.
As she traveled land and sea in search of a home, she met another young myth, a cunning and sly shadow wolf by the name of Turuk. He was a runway, fleeing from his merciless father and becoming a nomad. They became close friends, and always looked to each other for support. Soon enough, they befriended a wise old fox, who owned the domain they now call the Land of Myth.
As the fox's time had come, he put Azula in charge of ruling the territories, for he knew there was darkness in Turuk. Azula was stunned by the fox's last wish, but she honored it, taking the role of peacekeeping throughout the land. Turuk was stunned as well, not in joy, but in anger. He felt as though if he was the rightful ruler. Over the seasons, he became selfish and cruel, wanting more power and more fear in his world. Soon he planned on killing off Azula, who was the main source that stood in his way of greed for leadership.
He set a trap, and lured Azula right to it with his crafty demeanor. Azula was oblivious to the fact, for she trusted him with her life, which Turuk was about to end, and followed him willingly. Turuk, deep down, knew he was doing something terrible, and tried to fight it though it was useless, his darkness taking over. Azula was caught in his trap and she knew she was going to die if she didn't do something. As Turuk turned his back on her, she clawed at the nets, knowing that they were weak against her blade sharp claws. Turuk was furious and leaped at her, snarling as the lunged for her exposed neck, slaiva dripping from his gaped jaws. Azula dodged his killing blow just in time, rolling out from under his strong grip and reared up, slamming Turuk into the ground. Azula was just about to end him before he could do the same to her, but as she aimed her claws for Turuk's chest, he whimpered and her eyes met his.
Turuks gaze, recently glazed with hate and viciousness, were now clouded with pain and sorrow. His darkness had faded, and now lying under Azula's unsheathed claws was a pitiful sight, a weak and defeated black wolf, all signs of aggression gone. She let him go, knowing he never ment to betray her like that. Turuk got to his paws, trembling, for he was terrified of himself. Before Azula could speak, he ran off. He knew his darkness would come back, and he wanted to be far away from her when it did. Azula watched him race away, her heart aching as she watches Turuk disappear into the distance.
She never seen him again, but rumor has it that he had created his own kingdom in the outskirts of the domain, where its never seen the light of day for its draped in thickets and woods, blocking out any ray of sun. One day she hopes to find him, to forgive his treacherous ways. But in the meantime, she will rule over the Land of Myth.