Stray
03-16-07, 10:55 PM
[This is very rough at the moment. When I finish, I will return and edit all of my posts and it may end up looking very different. If you read this, do both of us a favor and read again when I am done, because this isn't my best writing.]
(My Character's History: Freedom with Nowhere to Go. Link provided in profile upon completion. Individual piece, enjoy.)
They were born at Dawn, just as the sun rose over the rolling grass fields of Kamui’s Sea. The sky was alight as if on fire, burning in triumph as the leader of the pack watched his love children arrive in this world. Joy and excitement spread across his lupine face as the blind little puppies excavated their mother’s womb. Soothing her with his gruff but honey sweet voice, Hati helped as much as he could, finding himself useless in this part of the cycle of life. Today, he was a father, and Karaya was the mother of his pups. It was at the same time incredibly amazing and terribly scary.
The process took almost an hour before finally the mother lay on her bed of straw and feathers, exhausted nearly to the point of death, nursing to five healthy pups. Three were proudly black furred. Another magnificently clad in a coat of white, and the last a disappointing gray. Hati nodded curtly to the closest of the bitches that assisted in the birth. They had seen the gray runt, and understood, but as the elderly wolf moved to grab the pup by the scruff of his neck Karaya cried out.
“No! Please! Not my only daughter, for Kami’s sake, not my daughter! Please…please…please…not her…”
It was sad to look upon his proud and strong mate in such pathetic disarray, sickly and weakened. But, he did love her, and with a deep regretful sigh he snuggled the pup back up to his mother. If her intuition was true, and a wolf’s instinct always is, then Karaya had given him four males to make up for the impure coated bitch. He would let her keep that one, for now, but it was not fit for to be a pack leader’s daughter.
Standing tall, despite his exhaustion, the proud white wolf moved slowly to the entrance of the cave. There the rest of the pack lay sprawled about in the grass, resting and waiting for the news. Sweeping his gaze across those assorted; the strong and the weak, the young and the old, this was his growing pack that had begun only as a handful of friends. A bubbling growl rose in his throat then burst out in joy, a magnificent howl piercing the night. Throwing his head up into the morning’s first growing light, joined shortly by the rest. When the leader is happy, everyone is happy, and in joy, the pack howled for him and his children. Among these kind but strong wolves, his kindred would be welcome and well raised.
The echoes of the lupine voices bounced off the endless walls of the valley they rest in. Tall sheer walls surrounded on three sides, hiding the pack from the threats of the outside world. A single entry point allowed for great security, easily guarded by only two wolves. Multiple caves, some found and some made, dotted the walls of the quarry, giving home to the growing society of lupines. At the end of the valley, the largest cave mouth opened wide, totem poles and cloth decorating the wall and entrance of the pack leader’s den. Inside carpets, cushions, and other luxuries scattered.
Hati was a modest pack leader and did not horde the niceties they found or made. In the home of every wolf, one would find the same provisions and living conditions as the pack leader’s.
Forgetting of the female among his brave boys, the wolf leaped to the cliff above his den’s entrance. Carving deep into the soft stone wall he placed the names of the males, leaving room for Karaya to name the girl. Lykke, Kiran, and Maed for the black-coated boys, and the white would be Merik. A powerful legend upon their people, was Merik, a wolf who took on the sun and stars in a great war, leading their people to the Land of the Moon. There, Kami gave Merik and his followers his favor. After great golden years in that paradise, Kami asked them to return to the Mother’s Soil and make ready for the day he would descend and once more make the path to the Land of the Moon open. The ancestors of Merik’s pack became the Wolves of Kami, noble demigods among wolf-kind.
“My children’s first full moon comes tonight. Under Kami’s eyes, I shall give to the Mother’s Soil the runt daughter. To give her soul back to creation, so that it may be reborn as a proud pure coated wolf.”
The announcement was a personal promise, but the pack heard and made ready for the ceremony that would come upon first showing of the fat moon. It would mean, among other things, moving out of safety into Kamui’s Sea and taking on human form to not draw suspicion.
(My Character's History: Freedom with Nowhere to Go. Link provided in profile upon completion. Individual piece, enjoy.)
They were born at Dawn, just as the sun rose over the rolling grass fields of Kamui’s Sea. The sky was alight as if on fire, burning in triumph as the leader of the pack watched his love children arrive in this world. Joy and excitement spread across his lupine face as the blind little puppies excavated their mother’s womb. Soothing her with his gruff but honey sweet voice, Hati helped as much as he could, finding himself useless in this part of the cycle of life. Today, he was a father, and Karaya was the mother of his pups. It was at the same time incredibly amazing and terribly scary.
The process took almost an hour before finally the mother lay on her bed of straw and feathers, exhausted nearly to the point of death, nursing to five healthy pups. Three were proudly black furred. Another magnificently clad in a coat of white, and the last a disappointing gray. Hati nodded curtly to the closest of the bitches that assisted in the birth. They had seen the gray runt, and understood, but as the elderly wolf moved to grab the pup by the scruff of his neck Karaya cried out.
“No! Please! Not my only daughter, for Kami’s sake, not my daughter! Please…please…please…not her…”
It was sad to look upon his proud and strong mate in such pathetic disarray, sickly and weakened. But, he did love her, and with a deep regretful sigh he snuggled the pup back up to his mother. If her intuition was true, and a wolf’s instinct always is, then Karaya had given him four males to make up for the impure coated bitch. He would let her keep that one, for now, but it was not fit for to be a pack leader’s daughter.
Standing tall, despite his exhaustion, the proud white wolf moved slowly to the entrance of the cave. There the rest of the pack lay sprawled about in the grass, resting and waiting for the news. Sweeping his gaze across those assorted; the strong and the weak, the young and the old, this was his growing pack that had begun only as a handful of friends. A bubbling growl rose in his throat then burst out in joy, a magnificent howl piercing the night. Throwing his head up into the morning’s first growing light, joined shortly by the rest. When the leader is happy, everyone is happy, and in joy, the pack howled for him and his children. Among these kind but strong wolves, his kindred would be welcome and well raised.
The echoes of the lupine voices bounced off the endless walls of the valley they rest in. Tall sheer walls surrounded on three sides, hiding the pack from the threats of the outside world. A single entry point allowed for great security, easily guarded by only two wolves. Multiple caves, some found and some made, dotted the walls of the quarry, giving home to the growing society of lupines. At the end of the valley, the largest cave mouth opened wide, totem poles and cloth decorating the wall and entrance of the pack leader’s den. Inside carpets, cushions, and other luxuries scattered.
Hati was a modest pack leader and did not horde the niceties they found or made. In the home of every wolf, one would find the same provisions and living conditions as the pack leader’s.
Forgetting of the female among his brave boys, the wolf leaped to the cliff above his den’s entrance. Carving deep into the soft stone wall he placed the names of the males, leaving room for Karaya to name the girl. Lykke, Kiran, and Maed for the black-coated boys, and the white would be Merik. A powerful legend upon their people, was Merik, a wolf who took on the sun and stars in a great war, leading their people to the Land of the Moon. There, Kami gave Merik and his followers his favor. After great golden years in that paradise, Kami asked them to return to the Mother’s Soil and make ready for the day he would descend and once more make the path to the Land of the Moon open. The ancestors of Merik’s pack became the Wolves of Kami, noble demigods among wolf-kind.
“My children’s first full moon comes tonight. Under Kami’s eyes, I shall give to the Mother’s Soil the runt daughter. To give her soul back to creation, so that it may be reborn as a proud pure coated wolf.”
The announcement was a personal promise, but the pack heard and made ready for the ceremony that would come upon first showing of the fat moon. It would mean, among other things, moving out of safety into Kamui’s Sea and taking on human form to not draw suspicion.