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KASIMIRA Morning had only recently awoken over the Irrsin land as Kasimira stirred from the nocturnal keeping of her sleep. Her mind was muddled and foggy as she blinked the sandy grit from her eyes, hastily taking the liberty to gently wash a paw over her face. It felt vaguely like she'd been having a pleasant dream of some sort... Vainly the blank she-wolf closed her eyes and furrowed her brows as she tried to remember. In the end she drew a resounding blank, rolling her eyes as she abandoned the attempt. Hmph. Blue eyes darted about the den, her mind refocusing on a more important issue. The pups. Shaking her head side to side, Kasimira cleared her thoughts as she turned, her heart slowing when she saw them.
Dresna's soft white fur was the boldest color, registering the quickest with the queen's sleep-dulled mind. Her daughter's pale face was pulled into a blank expression, sharp in comparison to Marzell's. His ashen face was hardly lacking any of his explosive personality, the mouth stretched wide and tongue lolling as he breathed heavily through sleep. Adelina, laying sprawled across her siblings, looked the most peaceful, with an obvious, tell-tale twitch. She was dreaming. How adorable. Kasimira gently licked Adelina's face before pulling back, a certain reservedness falling over her. How much longer would she be able to keep them in this stage? They were maturing into full-grown wolves much faster than she'd expected. Anymore, their actions and responses were closer to an adolescent than the innocent, whimpering pups they had been a few weeks previous. The young mother gazed at her children as she sat in the den's sweet lullaby, listening to the breathing of her young as the sun rose outside. Oh, how she wished they could grow in age and yet never leave her. As a morning dove called to the new day, Kasimira closed her eyes, a rush of sorrow flooding over her. She was torn.
Just the way they laid together, their fur mixing and their bodies an awkward mass; it reminded Kasimira faintly of herself and her own siblings. How long ago that was. Reflecting back on it, the female realized it had roughly been a year and a half since she'd left her pack. Good riddance. She'd been too good for them, too big to stay in that pack and listen to her parent's nagging. Quieting the discomfort inside, Kasimira cooed quietly at her children as she sat up from the cold floor of the Alpha den. She just barely resisted the urge to nuzzle them into waking, her nose twitching and a silent whine slipping off her lips. Sigh. They would be roused out of the den soon enough. For now, they needed their rest; in a few months they wouldn't have time like this. The female's eyes hardened at the thought as she abruptly turned from her pups, unwilling to let her mind drift again to the circumstances she could not prevent. If only I could keep them like this forever.
Her blue gaze turned to the male beside her, the warmth of the white pelt radiating as she snuggled down closer. Kasimira carefully pulled her body onto Tortuga's resting side, her voice soft as she spoke.
"Wake up, darling. It's time to ready the pack."
They'd spoken the night before about the day's events and Kasimira's mind was bubbling with excitement. It was the day for Dresna's coronation, Matrid's freedom, Thomassen's acceptance. Adali, the new female sklavin Tortuga had gotten for her, would be introduced as well. The pack would grow strong. A sense of pride rose in the she-wolf's chest as she ran over the agenda. Her claws prodded Tortuga's shoulder and the black muzzle nudged the male's chin affectionately. She squirmed as she waited for his awakening, and she allowed herself to leave the den, planting a tender lick on the white brute's face before doing so. She had meant to wait, but her nerves bounced inside, scrambling her mind, her drive. She needed clarity, fresh air.
There was something reassuring to the morning brightness, the warmth of the air as it cascaded upon her. The den's heat had been somewhat stifling, restricted. Soon the pups would move out, move into the member den. Soon their short-lived pup hood would be a distant memory. You can't think like that. Not today. Today is for beginnings. Kasimira cursed inwardly and threw herself into the meadow, calling upon her legs for a quick run, a sprint. She needed to feel alive, feel the blood and the raw power that surged from within. She was the Alpha, the goddess of the lands, the coveted. It was time to play the part, lead her pack to a promising future under her strict dictation and leadership. Raising her head in a fresh, slamming energy, Kasimira howled her call to the Irrsin wolves. It was time for them to meet their fearless leader. The black she-wolf stood in her usual, dominor posture, the head high, the legs straight and poised. She was ready.
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Post by Ϻinέrvă on Feb 10, 2012 23:28:10 GMT -5
Calliope An untidy heap of fur lay curled in one corner of the slaves' den, pressed against the wall as if it had been trying to be absorbed into it. Calliope tried to take up as little space as possible these days. Everything, from the den to the entirety of Irrsin, felt too crowded now. New wolves were joining the pack left and right, each additional one making Calliope feel more unwanted and alone. She thought wistfully of the time when the Irrsin pack numbered four; only Lady Kasimira, Zy, Matrid, and herself among its ranks. She had felt protected and wanted then. Now, Kasimira had a mate and pups, Zy was never around, and even steadfast Matrid was spending more and more time with the pompous Kyren. Calliope had once been the favorite slave--Kasimira's pet, almost--but she wasn't even sure she could lay claim to that position anymore.
Yes, it was better without all these other wolves around, especially Kasimira's family. Tortuga was nice enough as a master, but he had ushered in this era of madness. And Calliope burned with jealousy and grief when she saw her mistresses' pups. How old would her own be by now? One year? Two? She could barely remember what they looked like and even their sweet puppy scent was fading from her mind. She often wondered if they remembered her, but she doubted they even knew of her. She would be happy when the Alpha's pups were grown and she could pretend they were simply pack members.
Beams of sunlight spilled into the den, instantly turning it bright. Calliope sighed and shifted her position, wincing as her muscles screamed in protest. Moving stiffly and slowly, she picked her way around the other sleeping bodies. She lingered by Matrid's still form, watching the rise and fall of the femme's sides. After a moment she forced herself onward with a more determined stride. Though Matrid had yet to be unkind to Calliope, the scruffy fae still felt betrayed by her one and only friend. Matrid and Kyren seemed to be inseparable these days, though Calliope could only guess at what their relationship might be. And it was only in Matrid's nature to be on friendly terms with the new slaves, who also demanded her attention. Calliope, so shy and unassertive, could not make herself ask for some of Matrid's time and simply faded into the background.
The brightness of the world forced Calliope to blink as she exited the den. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she was surprised to see she was not the only one awake. Kasimira had also left her warm den to enjoy the crisp morning air. The dark fae stood regally at the center of the camp, her fur sparkling in the sunlight. Calliope again felt an urge to be liked and praised by this majestic creature, feeling that just being recognized by her queen would impart some of the stately qualities to her.
The howl shattered the morning quiet and brought Calliope out of her reverie. Startled by the sound, Calliope approached her mistress with ears flat against her head and tail between her legs.
"I-I heard your s-summons, m-m-my lady."
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Feb 11, 2012 18:07:32 GMT -5
TORTUGA [/color][/font][/right] Tortuga had been dreaming. He had been remembering, clearly, how it felt to be nuzzled against his mothers side, face buried in her stark white pelt. He could remember how she nuzzled him, and how she loved him, seemingly more than the others. Her eyes, unlike his, had been a warm brown, not the piercing blue that...his fathers had been? But no, that wasn't right. His fathers eyes had been brown, as well. So where had the clear cerulean blue come from? And why, pray tell, had his father never seemed to be...well, a father? It was memories like these that shattered Tortuga's peaceful dreams, injecting them with poisonous doubt and creeping shadows. Had he been Tortuga's father, that wolf who had taken up the roll? Or were there things that had been kept secret? Just as Tortuga's dreams began to take a turn for the darker side, a weight fell onto his body and a voice whispered softly in his ear.
"Wake up, darling. It's time to ready the pack."
Just like that, his dreams shattered. All it took was her voice, and everything else cracked like glass, falling to pieces on the floor of the den as Tortua groggily opened his eyes. Already Kasimira was gone, so he took his time rolling onto his stomach. Slowly his mind cleared and he glanced around, eyes falling immediately to the pups that laid curled beside each other. But could they still be called pups when they were growing so fast? It filled Tortuga with both pride and sorrow. Soon they would be grown, facing the world as those who were matured often did. What hardships would they stumble upon? And would they know that no matter what, their parents loved them dearly?
Suddenly, a howl shattered the silence. He lifted his head, ears twitching. He recognized the howl belonging to Kasimira, and knew immediately that she was calling...everyone. It would be a productive day, that was for sure. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the others begin to stir, Dresna lifted her head sleepily. Before her eyes were fully opened, Tortuga was out of the den, moving quickly across the field to meet his mate. Sureness and pride surged through him as he trotted easily to her side, turning his head to take in the sight of Calliope, who had already arrived. He offered her a smile and a quick "Hello, Calliope," before turning to see who else might be making their way towards them.
As he waited, his mind slowly drifted back to his dreams earlier that morning. His mind felt foggy now, and he couldn't clearly recall everything, but he could remember enough. His past confused him, constanly weaving in and out of his minds, his dreams..So far, he hadn't spoken of it to anyone, not even Kasimira, despite how much he had come to care for her. It was almost as if he did not want to admit the truth to himself, much less to anyone else. Shaking his head hard, as if the motion could chase his thoughts away, Tortuga mentally scolded himself.
There is no time to meddle in the memories of the past today. There is only time for new beginnings..
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Feb 11, 2012 18:07:55 GMT -5
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A howl broke the silence of the morning, rousing Matrid immediately from sleep.
She sat up quickly, rolling to her feet and looking around, alert. In the few seconds it took her to wake fully and realize the howl had not been in her dreams, her skin beneath her fur had blushed red. Embarrassed that she had been startled so easily out of sleep, she glanced around the den quickly, her mind slowly realizing that the howl had been a summons. Calliope was already gone, it seemed, and Matrid felt a pang of guilt. Lately, since they had gone public, she had spent all of her time with Kyren. For a while, when there had been lesser members of the pack, Calliope had become a good friend of Matrid's. But now Matrid only saw Kyren, politely offering small talk to Calliope as if she were one of the other members of the pack. It was unfair, and Matrid promised herself in that moment that she would be more friendly to the fellow slave.
Moving quickly from the den, Matrid took a moment to stretch and yawn, glancing around. Who else had already met Kasimira's call? Calliope, she assumed, and Tortuga was likely there as well. Perhaps the pups, too. And Kyren? Her mind wondered, her mood instantly brightening from just the thought of her mate. It had been such a hectic few days, with everything that had happened. The pups were growing older, and she began to watch them longingly, wanting pups of her own. But she remembered Kasimira's threat well, and cringed slightly. Perhaps one day, when she was free - if that day ever occured. And would she make a fit mother? She knew for certain that Kyren would be a wonderful father, but often she wondered about herself. Was she good enough?
Matrid turned her head towards the main den, just as Dresna slipped through the opening. With a respectful incline of her head, Matrid offered the pup that she had watched over so many days a soft smile before she trotted in the direction that the howl had come from. She wondered exactly what this pack meeting was about, curiousity knawing at her stomach as she approached the small group gathered.
"Lady Kasimira, Sir Tortuga," she offered as she neared them, bowing her head. Then she turned to Calliope, her tail wagging happily in greeting as she edged closer to the wolf, remembering the promise she had made to herself just minutes earlier. For a brief moment she wondered if Calliope was upset with her, but if she was, Matrid knew that she deserved it. Shifting anxiously, she glanced back to Kasimira, the awe present in her eyes, as always. Her Queen was such a stunning wolf, and it was never lost on Matrid as she glanced at her. How lucky she was to be claimed by Kasimira and brought into a pack that was nearly as close as family, some even closer.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Feb 11, 2012 18:08:08 GMT -5
DRESNA [/color][/font][/right] Black.
As she slept, there was nothing running through Dresna's head. There were no special dreams of hunting, no longing images of her siblings, her parents..there was nothing but darkness, thick and silent. Such was the case with Dresna, more times than not. Usually she slept for hours, seeing only this darkness; nothing amusing, nothing at all. In fact, had it not been for the familiar sound of her mothers howl coaxing her gently from her sleep, Dresna might have slept on through the blackness for many more hours. Instead, however, her head lifted and her blue eyes slowly opened, just in time to catch a flash of white moving quickly from the dens. Father? She thought immediately, but she paid little attention to it as she glanced around, her eyes falling on Marzell and Adelina.
Slowly, Dresna lifted herself to her feet, yawning and blinking slowly. Then, she softly nudged both of her siblings, attempting to rouse them from their dreams. "Time to get up," she informed them, her voice carrying easily through the den. "Mother is calling." Then, hoping that they had paid her some form of mind, she slunk from the den at just the same time that Matrid did. The Sklavin offered Dresna a nod and a smile, and Dresna returned the latter, watching silently as Matrid moved off obediently towards where Dresna assumed that Kasimira was. Dresna was silent and still for a long moment, thinking. She was fond of not only Matrid, but the Sklavin Calliope, as well. She remembered them watching over her, nuzzling close to her and her siblings to keep them safe and warm. The thought both embarassed Dresna, and gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Yes, she was fond of them..
Shaking herself from her reverie, Dresna slowly strode across the field, each step bringing her closer to the four forms gathered in the distance. Immediately she picked out the sight of her parents, and then the two Sklavins that had previously occupied her thoughts. She said nothing until she was close, stopping close to her parents, yet still a fair enough distance away to prove that she did not entirely rely on them any longer. As much as she wanted to nuzzle close to her mother and hear the sound of her fathers voice, Dresna was quickly reaching her independant stage.
"Mother, you called?" Dresna asked respectfully, glancing quickly to Matrid and Calliope and then back to her parents. As she glanced to her father, she had the weird feeling of looking at a larger, more masculine version of herself. She was the spitting image of him, after all. How lucky she was to have such gorgeous parents, such strong, regal blood pumping through her delicate veins. She lifted her head a bit higher at this thought, holding herself proudly. She was, after all, the first born Heir of Irrsin. She was, she thought, special.
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Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Feb 12, 2012 22:49:06 GMT -5
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"Ladies, ladies, there's enough of Zy for everyone."
How on earth was this happening. Zy was quite the casanova, but this, this was ridiculous. Here he was, surrounded by at least 8 overly attractive fems, all vying for his attention. The charcoal male even had to force a few off of himself to prevent a conflict. What in the world... A howl broke through his happy dream bubble.
"Man, why now? Can't even let me get any while I'm asleep." He grumbled as his dream girls drifted back to his perverse imagination. "Girl really knows how to cockblock me." Grudgingly Zy opened his eyes, vision greeted by a sudden flood of sunlight. That's what he got for sleeping outside. He stood after the initial influx of light passed and realized his face had a good half inch of mud caked on it. "Of course." He should have known not to sleep so close to a patch of dirt since the snow was melting and turning those patches into puddles. He wouldn't have had the problem if he just slept in the caves like everyone else but noooo, that would be logical, and Zy was anything but. He hated those dark, confined, deathtraps in the ground. His fear was irrational, and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from going out of his way to avoid sleeping there as much as possible. Those things just made him more on edge than a crack addict who's gone without their fix for two days. How did anyone expect him to get any sleep there.
Scraping the mud off of his face on the long grass as he walked may have made Zy look like he was mentally issued, but it probably wasn't all that unexpected to someone who knew him. Sure, the method wasn't all that helpful, but it wasn't like there was anything else he could do. Eventually most of the earth was back where it was supposed to be and what was left blended with the tan flecking on his muzzle. The only thing unfixed was his cowlick, which was worse than ever. He stared cross-eyed at it as he walked, trying to bend it back into place with sheer brain-waves. Sadly, he didn't have that many to work with, and the fluff was just too strong to overcome. He resigned to his cowlicked fate with a huff, deciding an actual solution wasn't worth the effort. He thought he still looked sexy, even with his fur trying to conspire against him.
His facial conflict resolved he continued to make his way to where he thought Kasimira had called them all to. He wasn't in any hurry to get there, especially since she had woken him up from a very pleasant dream for who knows what reason. "This better not be some pansy-ass pack building exorcize. I am not trust-falling with Kyren.", he muttered to himself as he approached the gathering of wolves before taking inventory of just who was here yet. Of course Kasimira and Tortuga were there, front and center, facing their little kingdom. "Your Excellencies." Zy dipped his head and winked flirtatiously in their direction just vaguely enough so that no one would be sure if it was to her queenlyness or her parallel. Both of them somehow managed to hold his flitting interest and, though they were not the best candidates for entertainment, he thoroughly enjoyed playfully harassing them.
The attractive couple weren't the only two royals out on the town today, shown by the presence of their growing litter. Zy hadn't had much contact with them, so he wasn't sure just how to feel about the tiny puffs except for a tiny tinge of jealousy due to the attention they received. The few other times he had seen pups, they'd loved him, but their parents didn't, and for good reason. He was a wonder with stories and general amusement, but his brash and brazen personality kept up even while he was with them. Maybe that was why he hadn't been stuck with pupsitting just yet. Not like he was complaining.
After he gave a short nod of acknowledgement to Matrid, he made his way to the other side of another familiar face, Calliope. She looked as submissive and skidish as ever, which made Zy wonder if she ever relaxed. For some odd reason the plain looking sklavin, as uninteresting as she appeared, peaked the brute's curiosity. He had not yet tried to get her to talk about much, but it was on his to do list. As he reached the other side of Calliope he purposely positioned himself close enough so that they were touching, probably encroaching on her personal space. "They make a cute couple, don't you think?" He whispered to her ear, flashing her a playful smirk as he did so. It was a harmless enough question, but forced the fearful girl to give an actual opinion of her masters.
This could end up being a fun meeting after all.
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Post by Rascal on Feb 15, 2012 20:38:57 GMT -5
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[/color] Don't ever loose yourself to those around you. [/center] Gabriel's eyes opened slightly with the morning sun as it peeked over the lands of his new home of Irrsin. But the rays failed to shine into his bright iris as he blinked several times to subdue the groggy and heavy feelings of their lids. He was still tired. His eyes finally registered moving bodies that were also rising from the morning sensations of their core perhaps. His head low, his body practically burrowed into the side of the den's wall in the slave's den he had only known for such a short time. He barely got to really meet anyone. Not like he really cared to anyways. The one wolf he knew was the one that still made his sleep almost restless. Lady Kasimira. The dominating she-wolf, whom he had learned later one to be the alpha of the very pack that was now his new home, had almost haunted him in the dreams he had. Simply off their first meet. He could still remember the heart pausing stop when she had lunged forward at his precious nose and his instant stance how it deepened to the muggy earth beneath him. Her fiery blue eyes and the strong essence of domination and control that flowed so easily and eagerly to him at that moment where she had taken her claim on his very soul. It was a moment in his life he could never forget. And he never wanted to either. He even found himself cherishing that moment when she took him away from the place he had learned to loath. After that moment he felt his whole body wanting to belong to everything she had. Everyone around her. He'd do anything to keep what he now considered he had. Those thoughts were pulled from him when he noticed someone leaving out of the corner of his eye. He stayed put, watching the others around him rise and take their own leave. He kept to the darkness however for the time being. He still had yet to make any type of impression and now, well, his mood wasn't fairing. Not like it ever was on some occasions. But his mood could change, at least that's what he led others to think. So much about the wolf behind the amber lit eyes was unknown, even to himself. Finally deciding to rise, it was the moment his paws were beneath him that he heard the howl ripping through the sky and into the den where he slowly came from. He was hoping for a bit of a stretch, hell maybe a little clean up time before he actually went out but it seemed his plans were yet again torn away from him. No biggy. Silently, almost like a ghost he made his way to where his mistress had called for the pack. His eyes stayed almost level with the ground, never really focusing on anyone or anything. His goal was to simply get there. Once he got close enough, his head rose just slightly to see Kasimira and her mate, the one he never officially met. Gabriel held no jealousy. Hell he was never really attracted to females anyways. They never seemed to be his type anyways, but why would a sklavin have a type? Who knew. Gabriel's body, though he held his head low like any other slave, his posture held a sense of pride. He knew what he was, where he was born into, but had no issue or problem with it. Being out of the hell hole he was born in, he was much happier in the outside world beyond it. After two years of dreaming about it and finally being past the gates and rocks of the torment he was endure, it gave him a new sense of freedom, even if he didn't have any to begin with. When his eyes finally registered the others around him, he decided to do what he had done before, with the same sly smirk he gave Kasimira upon their first meet and the lower of his head, he spoke clearly enough for her. And he didn't even bother speaking slow this time. Besides, he was already claimed wasn't he? "Good morning Lady Kasimira." He had closed his eyes once he bowed his head to her and spoke. It was better this way so that his eyes didn't give the slight 'rebel' look away. So shoot him for trying. He was still being a testy little sklavin but it was simply his nature to be. Lifting his head after the head bow his eyes caught the pelt of a wolf he failed to even know until the words from her lips told him exactly who she was. So that was Kasimira's daughter. He didn't know anything about puppies or teenagers at all. Maybe because during the trek to Irrsin Gabriel wasn't spoken to. Not like he minded. His eyes stayed on her until he noticed he was staring. Acting as if he wasn't staring at all and very slyly he glanced back down at the grass beneath his paws, curled his tail around his hind legs as he sat down on his haunches and pretended he didn't exist.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Thomassen on Feb 23, 2012 3:03:38 GMT -5
Thomassen groaned as he heard his Alphess howl. He had chosen to sleep under a few rocks instead of with the pack. His introduction could wait until later. He opened his eyes sluggishly, not yet ready to wake up. He was much more used to getting up when the sun was high in the sky. Then, he jolted awake and sat up with great swiftness. He was going to be introduced to the pack! He mumbled and cursed under his breath for being so unprepared. Lowering his head to the ground and stretching his tail to its full extent, Thom stretched his muscles. A few stiff joints popped and cracked while he flexed. Then, leaning forward, he worked out his hind legs. Thomassen hopped to his feet and ran toward the meeting place.
Halfway there, Thom realized that he had forgotten to fix his appearance before showing himself to the Alphas and the other pack members. He sat down and quickly patted down his black, spiky fur. His fangs carefully worked out the tangles that had developed while he slept; his incisors removed the dead hair that always seemed to grow out like weeds, fast and furious. It was several moments before he felt he was presentable.
As soon as Thomassen reached the meeting place, he made sure he was not making any strange gesture that the Alphas may regard as treacherous. His tail lowered, and his shoulder fur relaxed from the tension and anxiety he felt from meeting the pack. He gathered himself together and acknowledged his Alphas.
"Good morning, sir, ma'am," Thom dipped his head in respect, and his tail wagged a little as he staked out a spot. His eyes raked over the other wolves that had gathered: Gabriel, the rather testy Sklavin; Zy, the flirtatious male; Calliope and Matrid the two female Sklavins. He had nothing to do with Sklavins. And they probably didn't want to deal with him either. To Thom, Sklavins were just there to do work. Then his eyes traveled over to the higher-ranking wolves: Kasimira, the highly dominant queen; Tortuga, her beloved mate (or so Thom thought); and their beautiful pups. Thom acknowledged them again with an inclination of his head. He slowly placed his front paws in front of each other carefully, lowering himself into a lying-down position. He remembered the Alphas talking about another Sklavin, but his eyes showed only disdain at these simpletons.
Thom waited for the Alphas to begin speaking, his tail twitching impatiently. He had yet to find out the Alphess' true demeanor, whether this was a pack ready to serve or not.
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MARZELL A single howl cut through the morning air, Marzell left groaning in response. Not yet, come on now... He knew the voice easily, for it had been one that he'd known for as long as he could remember. Kasimira. His mother. Images of the black queen swirled around in the young wolf's mind as he contemplated whether to heed the call or rest a few more seconds and risk a mild punishment. Kasimira wasn't exactly the best force to reckon with, especially when she had made her commands so clear, but the warmth of the den called earnestly in response. Ahh, she could wait.
"Time to get up. Mother is calling."
The black male roughly blinked open his eyes, barely catching the whisper of his sister's vanishing pelt. What a goody-four-paws. Running out to see the Alphas just like the princess she was. Ugh. That was what he had to contend with? Marzell rolled his eyes at Dresna's words, muttering a half-hearted response.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
It wasn't that he despised his sister--not by a long stretch--but sometimes, she was just so proper, so perfect. She did everything by the book to impress their parents, and it usually appealed to them in the most flattering way. Huffing, Marzell rolled over to come nose to nose with his other sister. Adelina, her breath still slowed in the momentum of sleep, had obviously not heard nor listened to Dresna's rousing. The male laughed softly, nudging his smaller sister with his muzzle. They might as well walk out as rebels and face the pack, and their mother's possible anger, together.
As the young male slowly lifted himself off the ground, he remembered what the day was. The coronation. Most likely, Dresna's coronation. Tortuga had told him weeks ago that it was coming up and that the official heir of Irrsin would be named. Dresna was the obvious choice, being first born and the most respectful in terms of behavior and etiquette. Marzell hated to count himself out of the running, but if he was being honest with himself, would his parents really consider appointing him as Irrsin's heir over Dresna?
Marzell shook the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't afford to think like that. If he wanted leadership that badly, there was no way they could deny him. And even if they did appoint Dresna before him, there were many days and months before she would need to rise to the occasion. Plenty of time for things to change, for him to show his worth. Bolstering a slightly hurt ego, Marzell puffed out his chest and faced the entrance to the den. He turned his head to check briefly on his sister, waiting on her to accompany him to the ceremony.
"Ready Adelina?"
It was time to face their future. For better or worse. [/size]
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