A/N: This is a fanfiction where I wanted to write on my OC, Darkclaw. Read to find about his personality.
Of all the fabled sharpteeth the Flatteeth had encountered in their vast history, three stood out. One, Blackneck, was one of the most feared, he had a reputation as being the strongest, fastest, deadliest sharptooth on the planet, he slaughtered entire herds, and left a path of destruction in his wake, to the flatteeth, he was known only as Sharptooth.
He finally met his end, not by fighting a huge herd of flatteeth, but five hatchlings who cleverly lured him into a trap, and killed him. But there was another, Blackneck's brother, who vowed to create his own place among the sharptooth legends.
Redclaw not only continued his brother's slaughter of leafeaters, but extended this campaign of terror by extending it to sharpteeth, eventually being reguarded as their ruler, or, as some sharpteeth called it, Emperor.
This title had only been claimed two other times, once by sharptooth himself, and the other, the very embodiement of sharpteeth strength. He was the one who created the title, and he began using it as a way to identify other social roles in his sharpteeth pack. The second in command, General, were answerable only to Darkclaw himself, and they helped him rule the pack.
At the middle were the soldiers, or warriors, and they were often the fittest, fastest, and strongest in the pack. Below them, the commoners, who were often the youngest, oldest, or parents in the pack.
This system created a balance of power, and eventually, Darkclaw saw what he could do, they had created a vast territory two-hundred square miles by driving off other sharpteeth, and perhaps, they could convince all the other sharpteeth in the area to join the pack, and continue to swallow up other territories, and create a vast empire.
Darkclaw also saw flatteeth as the perfect fuel for the empire he envisioned, they would be livestock for them, and be bred as such, aswell as being training dummies for the sharpteeth.
This brutal system of slave labor would come to be the groundwork of his plan, he preached everywhere that this was necessary, and soon, hundreds joined with them, and as news spread, so did thousands. Darkclaw then put all the new recruits through a brutal training regimen, and through that, instilled a blind sense of loyalty to their emperor.
They were taught no seed of laughter, hope, tolerance, or mercy, just loyalty. Finally, Darkclaw ordered his armies to launch an attack. Very quickly they seized vast tracts of territory, covering up to 50 miles per day, and slaughtering all resistance.
Soon news spread of the massive pack conquering the lands of Pangea, and many began to wonder if Darkclaw would conquer the world. But many leaf eaters began to form resistance groups to face Darkclaw. Quickly, these swelled, and they marched off to fight Darkclaw. In the first series of battles, the Flatteeth were defeated, superior training and intent allowed the sharpteeth to wipe out their enemies while taking minimal casualties themselves.
But the flatteeth caught on and their own training programs eventually ended with a skilled fighting force capable of challenging the sharpteeth, an army 7,500 strong, compared to the sharpteeth's 9,000. Several battles erupted and the sharptooth advance stalled, but at the same time, savage battles erupted between the sharpteeth and flatteeth.
One such battle ended with 3,600 deaths for the sharpteeth. This was when a sharptooth army of 5,000 tried to attack the great valley, to be met with the full force of the flatteeth. The battle ended in a devastating defeat of the sharpteeth.
With this victory, the flatteeth turned the tide, and slowly, they pushed back the sharpteeth, culminating in a final battle at the very doorstep of Darkclaw's home territory.
The battle left 2,600 flatteeth dead, but at the same time, the sharpteeth were annhilated. Darkclaw was thought to have died in the battle. But in reality, the Emperor survived, and began to steal eggs from nests and recreated his training regimen, and even more blind, deadly sharpteeth warriors were born and another army, 10,000 strong, was amassed by the time Redclaw was killed.
Redclaw's killer, Chomper, a sharptooth who was raised by leafeaters, became a prime target Darkclaw knew he had to eliminate before he launched another campaign.
He almost did, but Chomper survived and he managed to warn the valley, but they were outnumbered and few managed to escape. After securing the prize that eluded him more then half a century earlier, he attaked a second time, this time reaching more then 2,000 miles of territory.
But the army was overextended, and this oppurtunity was seized by hundreds of resistance groups, and soon the sith army fell back to the great valley, losing 4,000 in process.
Their, Chomper led the final assault on the sharpteeth, against an army 6,000 strong, compared with 12,000 resistance fighters. The largest battle of the war ended in a victory for the resistance, and the total defeat of the sharpteeth, and Darkclaw's death at the hands of Chomper.
But the spirit of the Sharptooth remained, and he eventually was ressurected by a sith lord, and trained in the ways of the darkside, eventually, he became Dark Lord and used the dark side to create a star forge that could create soldiers, warships, vehicles and otherweapons in minutes.
An army of 5,000,000 could be produced in a year, and a thousand warships could in the same time, finally, after five years of arming, Darkclaw launched an assault.
A/N: This is a one-shot about my OC, and if you want to find out what happens after this, I will write a story on it. Also, if you want to read the story he's in, find "Sharptooth war" on the fanfiction part of the site. This is fantasy, so I know alot of stuff might be inplausible, but its fanfiction.
