Post by Shayde on Jan 17, 2006 20:18:23 GMT -5
--I only gave the father a name. Because, like I said, only those who don't get killed, (or soon) will have their names mentioned. Besides, the pups hadn't gotten their names yet anyway--
“Shut up you piece of shit!” It was his father’s voice that exploded into his ears once he was able to hear clearly. The pup had been speaking out of turn during training. He didn’t know exactly why he was training. Though, his father had told him hundreds of times, he never listened very intensively though. It was something about earning a good name at the naming ceremony, he guessed.
The pup only rolled his eyes and glanced toward his brother and sister sitting like perfect little angels staring back at his father. The pup stuck out his tongue off to the side, disgusted. They think life is so easy, being the third and second born. He was the first to struggle for life. They shouldn’t be like this.
He looked back up to his father, sitting tall before them. His father was a silver color with black splotches on his legs and tail. One huge white splotch made its home on his lower back. His body was covered with scars, big and small. He had been in a lot of fights, fighting for a new rank in the pack, and fighting for a mate. His father was pretty weird, he thought. He would fight for a new mate every mating season. It wasn’t right; he should abide the rules and stay with one female his entire life. But, of course, everybody had their own opinion. The pup was just one out of a million.
“I can’t believe I have to train you three when the biggest hunt of the season is going on,” he went on. “I, Cairo, have to spend the entire day training you guys to be fighting against humans and rival clans. Do you understand worthless pup?” Cairo stared at the oldest male. But, the pup did nothing but stare at him with a bored expression and half closed eyes.
“Do we have a purpose for being here?” The pup asked, raising his brows.
Cairo rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to answer. “I guess we’ll start now. But first, I need to tell you guys apart. So y’all are going to get little nicknames for my own pleasure.” He looked toward the oldest pup. “You’ll be Mr. Happy.” He smirked, and looked toward the other male. “You’ll be Squat, and you,” he glanced at the only female. “You’ll be Leaf. Are you all happy with your little nicknames?”
The pups didn’t answer.
“Good,” Cairo smirked. “No I want you all to start climbing those trees, and mark the highest you get by scratching the bark on the tree. Make sure you do it quickly so you don’t fall off before you get a chance to mark it. You’ll each go to a different tree, and work with that tree until I tell you to stop. Do not stop marking that tree until I tell you. I don’t care how long it takes; you will all get stronger, and will be able to endure more shit that I’ll throw on you. Are you all ready?”
The pups nodded.
“Well, go then!”
“Mr. Happy” turned and raced to the nearest tree, pushing aside anything that got in his way. He found a huge tree, had to be about thirty feet tall, four feet wide at from the ground up. He smirked, and launched himself into the air, he dug his claws into the soft, damp bark of the tree and climbed up as fast as he could.
Sharp pain ran through his paws and he winced. He stared forward, and endured the pain as he climbed through it. After several minutes, he had already reached his limit. The pain in his paw was literally killing him, eating his strength alive. He stared down at his forepaw and his eyes slowly widened at the deep gash full of blood.
“Get used to it,” Cairo said, suddenly sitting behind him. “You’ll be seeing a whole lot of that in the years to come. And, not to mention, having a portion being your own blood.”
The pup didn’t bother to look at his father, nor flinch at his sudden arrival. His eyes were glued to the wound in his paw that would not let him walk.
“So,” Cairo went on. “How about you keep on going? Your siblings are still going strong. You don’t want them to get stronger than you and have all the fun, right?” Cairo’s eyes streaked with a sudden excitement. His head craned over the pup, trying to make eye contact.
“Stop trying to motivate me,” The pup growled through gritted teeth. “I will become the strongest, and your pathetic talking for hours isn’t going to get me there. Now get out of my way!”
The pup was standing, despite the wound on his forepaw, and was almost touching noses with his father with narrowed eyes, furrowed brows, lifted fur, and a snarl with an offensive posture. The pup’s watery blue eyes will soon change to the color that it will be the rest of his life soon enough. But in everybody’s eyes, this pup’s eyes were always dark brown with calmness and bored expressions. Now, it looked as though the pup wanted to change that.
Cairo slyly smirked, then turned the other direction. “Keep this up, and you’ll be my favorite of the bunch. And possibly won’t suffer the same fate as others.” With a last look at the pup, who hadn’t moved a muscle, he charged into the bushes to join what was left of the great hunt of the season.
The pup’s posture slowly faded as well as his expression. I’ll never be the best, not when I keep getting hurt pitifully like this…He thought. And what was it that Father was saying? “Not suffer the same fate as many others”? What was that supposed to mean? Well, whatever it was, I sure don’t want to face it!
He looked back up the tree and noted that his last mark wasn’t but an inch from his other ones. I need to try harder…
With a burst of confidence, it all came out great in the end. The huge tree was halfway conquered by his millennium of scratches. The pup had cuts and bruises all over his body, but he still wouldn’t give up here. He stood again, and just a few steps from the place he should jump…smack! He fell onto the ground, exhausted.
The pup was fuming with dissatisfaction. So much, that he stood and jumped back onto the tree to mark a good six more marks, each only a few inches apart. Before the pup knew it, it was dusk, and Cairo was back.
Cairo stood at the edge of the training grounds, stunned. The other two pups claimed that they had finished training and went back to the pack grounds to eat an hour ago. Yet, this oldest pup never showed. All the food that was left was bones and tiny morsels of meat and fat were left of the Elk Bull they had brought down and killed during the hunt. That would all soon be eaten by the ravens, rodents, coyotes, and insects. The feast was over, and the pup had missed it all.
“Foolish pup,” Cairo bellowed, disgusted.
The pup marked his place, and then slid down the tree. He landed hard on the ground, but managed to bring himself back up and limp over to his father. He was just about to show that he wasn’t foolish, and how far he had gotten when his father’s strong paw slam across his face.
The pup was thrown a good six feet away by the sudden and massive force. After a few seconds, the pup struggled to his feet with a “why?” expression in his eyes. His ears were glued back, and his body was half-limp.
“W-What’s going on?” he stuttered.
“I told you,” Cairo growled with narrowed eyes. He was coming to the pup in a slow trot. His teeth were bared and his throat held in a deep snarl. “You are foolish!” He slammed his paw down on the pup’s head and pushed down hard. The pup screamed in pain, and yelled for help.
“Shut up!” Cairo now let out his snarl with his words. He let go, and as the pup tried to scramble for the other wolves of the clan, Cairo walked after him, laughing like there wasn’t a tomorrow to laugh at.
The pup reached the heart of the clan’s territory, where most of the wolves are all the time.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“Shut up you piece of shit!” It was his father’s voice that exploded into his ears once he was able to hear clearly. The pup had been speaking out of turn during training. He didn’t know exactly why he was training. Though, his father had told him hundreds of times, he never listened very intensively though. It was something about earning a good name at the naming ceremony, he guessed.
The pup only rolled his eyes and glanced toward his brother and sister sitting like perfect little angels staring back at his father. The pup stuck out his tongue off to the side, disgusted. They think life is so easy, being the third and second born. He was the first to struggle for life. They shouldn’t be like this.
He looked back up to his father, sitting tall before them. His father was a silver color with black splotches on his legs and tail. One huge white splotch made its home on his lower back. His body was covered with scars, big and small. He had been in a lot of fights, fighting for a new rank in the pack, and fighting for a mate. His father was pretty weird, he thought. He would fight for a new mate every mating season. It wasn’t right; he should abide the rules and stay with one female his entire life. But, of course, everybody had their own opinion. The pup was just one out of a million.
“I can’t believe I have to train you three when the biggest hunt of the season is going on,” he went on. “I, Cairo, have to spend the entire day training you guys to be fighting against humans and rival clans. Do you understand worthless pup?” Cairo stared at the oldest male. But, the pup did nothing but stare at him with a bored expression and half closed eyes.
“Do we have a purpose for being here?” The pup asked, raising his brows.
Cairo rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to answer. “I guess we’ll start now. But first, I need to tell you guys apart. So y’all are going to get little nicknames for my own pleasure.” He looked toward the oldest pup. “You’ll be Mr. Happy.” He smirked, and looked toward the other male. “You’ll be Squat, and you,” he glanced at the only female. “You’ll be Leaf. Are you all happy with your little nicknames?”
The pups didn’t answer.
“Good,” Cairo smirked. “No I want you all to start climbing those trees, and mark the highest you get by scratching the bark on the tree. Make sure you do it quickly so you don’t fall off before you get a chance to mark it. You’ll each go to a different tree, and work with that tree until I tell you to stop. Do not stop marking that tree until I tell you. I don’t care how long it takes; you will all get stronger, and will be able to endure more shit that I’ll throw on you. Are you all ready?”
The pups nodded.
“Well, go then!”
“Mr. Happy” turned and raced to the nearest tree, pushing aside anything that got in his way. He found a huge tree, had to be about thirty feet tall, four feet wide at from the ground up. He smirked, and launched himself into the air, he dug his claws into the soft, damp bark of the tree and climbed up as fast as he could.
Sharp pain ran through his paws and he winced. He stared forward, and endured the pain as he climbed through it. After several minutes, he had already reached his limit. The pain in his paw was literally killing him, eating his strength alive. He stared down at his forepaw and his eyes slowly widened at the deep gash full of blood.
“Get used to it,” Cairo said, suddenly sitting behind him. “You’ll be seeing a whole lot of that in the years to come. And, not to mention, having a portion being your own blood.”
The pup didn’t bother to look at his father, nor flinch at his sudden arrival. His eyes were glued to the wound in his paw that would not let him walk.
“So,” Cairo went on. “How about you keep on going? Your siblings are still going strong. You don’t want them to get stronger than you and have all the fun, right?” Cairo’s eyes streaked with a sudden excitement. His head craned over the pup, trying to make eye contact.
“Stop trying to motivate me,” The pup growled through gritted teeth. “I will become the strongest, and your pathetic talking for hours isn’t going to get me there. Now get out of my way!”
The pup was standing, despite the wound on his forepaw, and was almost touching noses with his father with narrowed eyes, furrowed brows, lifted fur, and a snarl with an offensive posture. The pup’s watery blue eyes will soon change to the color that it will be the rest of his life soon enough. But in everybody’s eyes, this pup’s eyes were always dark brown with calmness and bored expressions. Now, it looked as though the pup wanted to change that.
Cairo slyly smirked, then turned the other direction. “Keep this up, and you’ll be my favorite of the bunch. And possibly won’t suffer the same fate as others.” With a last look at the pup, who hadn’t moved a muscle, he charged into the bushes to join what was left of the great hunt of the season.
The pup’s posture slowly faded as well as his expression. I’ll never be the best, not when I keep getting hurt pitifully like this…He thought. And what was it that Father was saying? “Not suffer the same fate as many others”? What was that supposed to mean? Well, whatever it was, I sure don’t want to face it!
He looked back up the tree and noted that his last mark wasn’t but an inch from his other ones. I need to try harder…
With a burst of confidence, it all came out great in the end. The huge tree was halfway conquered by his millennium of scratches. The pup had cuts and bruises all over his body, but he still wouldn’t give up here. He stood again, and just a few steps from the place he should jump…smack! He fell onto the ground, exhausted.
The pup was fuming with dissatisfaction. So much, that he stood and jumped back onto the tree to mark a good six more marks, each only a few inches apart. Before the pup knew it, it was dusk, and Cairo was back.
Cairo stood at the edge of the training grounds, stunned. The other two pups claimed that they had finished training and went back to the pack grounds to eat an hour ago. Yet, this oldest pup never showed. All the food that was left was bones and tiny morsels of meat and fat were left of the Elk Bull they had brought down and killed during the hunt. That would all soon be eaten by the ravens, rodents, coyotes, and insects. The feast was over, and the pup had missed it all.
“Foolish pup,” Cairo bellowed, disgusted.
The pup marked his place, and then slid down the tree. He landed hard on the ground, but managed to bring himself back up and limp over to his father. He was just about to show that he wasn’t foolish, and how far he had gotten when his father’s strong paw slam across his face.
The pup was thrown a good six feet away by the sudden and massive force. After a few seconds, the pup struggled to his feet with a “why?” expression in his eyes. His ears were glued back, and his body was half-limp.
“W-What’s going on?” he stuttered.
“I told you,” Cairo growled with narrowed eyes. He was coming to the pup in a slow trot. His teeth were bared and his throat held in a deep snarl. “You are foolish!” He slammed his paw down on the pup’s head and pushed down hard. The pup screamed in pain, and yelled for help.
“Shut up!” Cairo now let out his snarl with his words. He let go, and as the pup tried to scramble for the other wolves of the clan, Cairo walked after him, laughing like there wasn’t a tomorrow to laugh at.
The pup reached the heart of the clan’s territory, where most of the wolves are all the time.
“What the hell is going on?!”