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Chapter one - blonde pelt
Oh how wonderful those tales that are told to the pups, stories about heroes that fought in the name of good. The ones about brave wolves that dared to take on humans to protect their families have to be my favorite kind. You can’t help but bristle with pride when such grand stories thrive, pushing one’s spirit forward to be better than you thought you could ever be. But now with myself in what position I am, I can’t help but wish these stories told of the families behind the legend.
I will soon be one of those families to push forward a hero of our species. I am that of a blonde pelted wolf, a unique color for being a grey wolf. That special sign proved to show connection to an old prophecy, that I am to mother a young that would some how help us wolves. No pressure right?
My name is Deo and for awhile I was just a light pelted pup, with out of place bright, almost white eyes. But as I grew and my pelt changed with my body, it adopted a blonde tinge. That’s when the suspicions began that my future children could be ‘The One’. But my pelt still did not match that of the verse but still my pelt changed and became flecked with black. Suspicions, confirmed.
The prophecy is long, and such a mouthful to repeat, for now only one line concerns me and my life. “That of blonde, flecked black shall give birth to our hero”. It’s the last line and the only line about those who would be behind this hero. That family remains only me as I sit in the lands of another pack.
My pregnancy was awkward; I was part of a pack. They were proud to say they held what would soon be a hero and the alpha courted me. That would’ve been ok with me, I had fallen for the large male but his alpha female was quiet angered that her mate was busy with another, eventually that led to her attacking me. Instincts kicked in to protect the young possibly growing in my belly, and I left despite the pack wanted me to stay among their ranks.
I turned my back and became a loner, traveling wherever there was food. My belly definitely grew with time and I knew that my relationship with that alpha resulted in what would be the hero I was to produce. Days and nights flew by as the food I caught never seemed enough for the growling within me. I needed a pack and I needed them to supply food but I was so far from where a family was for me.
I walked lands, meeting up with different packs, all aware of what I was to the prophecy. It seemed I had lost my identity, only to be called ‘blonde pelt’, instead of the wolves to take their time and find out this wolf had a name. It hurt to be just a part of a prophecy and no more.
At the time I was in another pack’s land, they welcomed my stay for the slight fame I held. The bulge to my sides was barely noticeable to others who couldn’t feel the kicks and other hearts beating within me. But awhile after I took up residence in the area the alpha male sought me out for a talk. By then my stomach was swollen outside my legs and it was clear I was with pups. He immediately notice this and the conversation changed, I believed he was there to tell me to leave or submit to their ranks and become one of them. But when he approached me, his eyes soften and greeted me like he had before. I sat down, growing exhausted with simple tasks now. I nodded to him feeling his eyes on my sides and I urged him to tell me what he wished to say. For awhile he stuttered, which was obvious his planned speech was no longer in his mind. Finally he told me he wished for me to follow him, which I hesitated to do, but stood and followed.
He walked slow, pausing for my breaks, and talking to me about simple things. He was making me smile and secretly I was feeling normal, I enjoyed that. My nerves twitched as we continued on into their land, I had always chosen to stay on the edges, but we continued on further and further. The male stopped and twisted back to me, asking me to stay there for a second. I was more than happy to sit back on my haunches as I watched the large grey move into a den I had not spotted.
I could hear growling and then happy whimpering, I knew he was talking about me and the fact I was heavy with young. As I waited, I grew annoyed, and my stomach rumbled once again but I sat still, waiting. He came out soon enough wagging his tail slightly. His rumbling voice reached my ears.
“You are welcomed to stay.”
I will forever remember the warmth in his voice as he spoke. The male continued on telling me about that the rest of the pack would be willing to share their meals and a den that was in the north of territory, they were willing to let me give birth there. My tail wagged as I accepted the offer, where else could I go?
So for another two months I stayed with the male, most of the pack did not wish to have anything to do with me. Especially the lead female, I felt a pang of hurt remembering my old home. When I had my sad days of memories he was there to comfort me. Normally I just called him alpha, but soon he willed me to call him by his name, Forage. I smiled and gave a nod, it took awhile for me to switch titles, but I grew used to his name. He even asked for mine and never called me ‘blonde pelt’ afterwards.
The closeness between us upset the female and she came to me one night as I settled into the birthing den for the night. She let a low growl tremble the night air and my hackles rose. My instincts were threatening to make me to run like I had before. But now I had a place for my pups and I returned the growl, standing my ground.
“Stay Away from him”
She spoke fiercely and turned away walking back to her mate that stood solemnly in the shadows. The female passed him as he stood there, looking through me. I could hear his thick voice as he whispered a sorry, turning away to follow his mate. It did hurt my heart but I had known that Forage had not been mine at all, and he was never going to be. I huffed and went back to my den.
Weeks flew as my belly still pulsed with life; I wondered how large my litter would be. Glee at the thought but worried as well, if only one was to be a hero how would the others fair. Just like my thoughts of the families behind the story, they would be something of the forgotten like I was to become.
 DearCervid · Mon Nov 03, 2008 @ 04:07am · 0 Comments |
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