Rp Over Aim


In the cusp of morning's light two orbs flickered and transitioned to make way for the day ahead. Truth be told it was not a welcoming but rather a displeasurable thing to someone who had spent the latter half of the night in a sleepless drift. Gerda was tired, edgy, and very much sore. Though the pups were bigger now that in no way meant that her job was easier. In fact it seemed more complex. Now that words were spoken she often seemed out of the loop. Briefly she contemplated finding her brother, at least he could understand any silent suffering she was going through without much effort. But that would have to wait. For now she cast her eyes, now fully open, across the horizon and looked around for one of her wayward offspring.

Akiva was there, of course. Trotting over the edge of the hill. The male was bold in both pattern and attitude: his stark white wing markings standing out against a bold blue background. Through the zebra-speckled face, two pale tope eyes shone proudly. With a high-held tail, he marched to his mother, the pups still sleeping somewhere off to the side. He came up without any hesitation, halted, and looked at her with his chest puffed.

He was something to be admired, her son. The young mother looked down at Akiva and let a soft smile pull the corners of her maw apart, if only slightly. She was pleased that none of her children looked like the big dumb brute, and likewise all of them seemed to be able to stand on their on four paws. Unlike the coward, her only son seemed to carry the self assuredness that she herself possessed. The muted femme raised herself up, shaking off any fallen leave that had nested to her fur during the course of the night. A headcock towards the horizon. An indication of her want to know why he was by himself, and from where he had come from. Just because the wolfess could not speak did not mean her motherly instincts were silent as well.

He watched his mother rise, seemingly towering over him. He still held his pup body high and proud. He had almost taken the responsibility of alpha of their little clan. He liked to oversee things, even if he didn't really hold any power. His sisters always paid attention to him, or else. He looked towards the horizon line. "I was chasing bullfrogs." He said proudly, the sun now high enough to reveal the mud caked to his fur.

Her eyes danced and she nodded, letting her mouth fall open to form a silent "ah." She stepped forward, looking past her son to graze over the other sleeping forms. 1..2... one was missing. Beauty. A sigh escaped and she looked down at Aikva again, leaning forward completely and nudging the boy into the side. It was a good day for a hunt. Perhaps he was hungry. Perhaps he'd like to help her find his missing sibling and catch a meal along the way?

His eyes followed his mother's, noting that the worst of his sisters--or so he thought--was off on her own too. An eyeroll and sigh were all he gave. At the nudge, his heavy paws began to move off towards the way he'd came, nose to the air. Beauty couldn't have gone very far, afterall. She was too stupid to get away from the den. He caught her scent and followed after it full speed. Food could come later.

Oh what had she done now! For some reason, completely beyond her control, Beauty had went and found herself caught in a bramble of thick thorny vines. It wasn't her fault. Of course not and could never be. She had only meant to follow the frogs she'd caught her brother chasing out of the corner of her eye, but one in particular stood out. And now look! She didn't even catch up with it all the way before she found herself tangled. Too proud to yup, the pup stayed where she was.

Gerda followed after her son, letting him lead the way. Akiva was a born leader, she knew and like all leaders they had to start young. Who was it that had once told her that? Ziva...her father...she couldn't remember. All faces seemed to blend into one another lately. Be it stress or age she could not say, but all the same she let Aikva's nose do what her own could.

Soon, he found himself back at the pond. He halted, taking a moment to stand triumphantly beside the water before he spotted his sister tangled up. He laughed, trotting over and halting a few feet from the brambles. Peering in, he sneered. "Beauty, Beauty... didn't anyone ever teach you? Getting stuck like that is not good for your fur!"

"Oh shut up!" Beauty snapped once the voice and image met to form her mocking brother. She was irritated and on top of that, HE to show up and save the day like some miniture chivalerous - oh look, her mother was there too. Great, why didn't the whole family just waltz down to enjoy the show of her humilation. "I'm not stuck," she said, "I just can't get out..."

If Gerda could chuckle like her son this would be the moment she would choose to do so. The femme did not know where her daughter got her brass from, but it did stand for commedy when moments like this happened. She stayed back however, contenting with settling near a large tree while she watched the scene unfold. Only offering one headnod to Akiva. She was staying completely out of this one, unless of course one was in dire need of her assistance.

He came closer, reaching out with his teeth and snatching a branch away. It had been loose, trapping his sister, or so he suspected. Once it was removed, he stood back, waiting to see if she could wriggle out. "I'd watch it if I were you, sis." He warned at her snippy attitude. Akiva didn't take sass, not from anybody.

'I'd watch it I were you,' she mimiked, not getting the hint. Yes of course Akiva didn't take sass, but the problem was Beauty couldn't help but give it. It was no wonder the little femme was ever finding herself into situations like this! As soon as the branch was free she tried to worm out, letting out a tiny yip as she felt the smallest tear on her side before she stumbled to the ground. Cut, but now free of the wayward vines.

And as soon as she was out, Akiva met her with a growl and a slash of his paw. He'd teach her, eventually, to behave under him. Once the deed was done, he stood with his canines showing, ears pressed forward to show his dominance over her.

"Ouch!" she yipped again as the blow hit her snout. Not fair! She was about to voice this before she looked up and was met with her brother's pearly whites. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry....geez," she muttered, trying to scramble up to all fours, shaking her 'gorgeous' fur free once she did. As soon as she was finished she was met with the sight of Gerda coming up behind both pups and nudging each in turn with a solitary paw. Time for food.

Akiva turned his back from his sister, satisfied that she would be good, and he began to trot back towards his mother. Moving around her, he halted a few paces away, sniffing the air and turning his ears. For a pup, he had excellent tracking skills. Something big was nearby! He wanted it, so badly. He started off with his body low to the ground, paws hitting almost soundlessly on the soft earth. He was small... but his confidence told him that whatever it was, it was small enough for him to handle.

Beauty said nothing further, though cast a dirty glance at her brother's back once it was turned. This was met with a n** from her mother and so the little femme settled for inner hatred instead.

Gerda watched in amusement as her son already picked up on the smell she carried as well. For one so young the boy was a born tracker. She watched intently as he went into perfect formation and hung back slightly. Though she and Beauty were hungry as well, she wanted to see how this panned out. His kill, his food.

He followed the scent, staying close to the trail, but veering off into a thicket. Through the bushes, his eyes finally focussed in on what he had smelled. It was big... much bigger than he thought. An older fawn stood grazing in the field, the mother close by. They were alone. The fawn's head rose, it's large ears surveying the area for sounds. Akiva could see the antlers beginning to form on this one's head. Soon to be a buck. He grinned, crouching down and waiting.

Gerda followed suit, but only to offer further guidance should the creature prove to be too much for Akiva to handle. She a feeling that it wouldn't, but would be there all the same. Only once did she jerk forward, only to grab Beauty by the scruff of the neck and pull her back when the femme ran forward to step into place beside her brother. The scent of deer rushed into her nostrils before she saw the scene unfold. This would make quite a meal for all of them. The question was only if Akiva was up to the challenge.

He waited, and finally the fawn moved closer to the edge. Akiva leapt out in a brilliant white and blue flash, his large paws barely hitting the ground. He gave chase as the fawn reared up on two legs, then started to run. Akiva was gaining! The long legs of the fawn were not all that powerful. He nipped at the fawns heels, forcing it to zig zag. An angry mother began to chase after the two of them, however, hooved flashing after the blue pup in a less wayward fashion.

That was the moment Gerda was off as well, the grey and white coat shun in a mixture against the sun making it look like one radiant blur. Beauty stayed behind, only vaguely aware of what was going on. Run my son, run, was the mother's mantra of thought as she pounded into the earth below, each step taking her closer and closer to the deer. Wasnt this fitting, mother chase mother, child chase child. Soon Gerda's jaw sank into the softer hindquarters of the animal and she had no time to look over at her pup before deer and wolf came tumbling down.

Akiva ran, and ran, and ran some more. Giving chase to the child was difficult enough, but with an angry mother's hooved pounding down in a b-line for your side.... that was a whole nother story. Just as the first hoof had touched his side, his mother took the deer down. Akiva turned away from the fawn, lunging his body at the neck of the mother, little fangs sinking into the deer's neck. He had almost avoided the marring of the hooves! He gripped and shook at the flesh until th emotion was gone, then stood triumpantly over the carcass, showing off the two small scratches he'd recieved as he puffed up.

Once she recovered from her fall Gerda was up. To the neck, to the kill. It was imprinted in every wolve's brain, but soon she realized she was beaten to the punch. A proud moment she could experience as she saw the two battle "wounds" her son proudly displayed as the deer lay quietly dying. She smiled, leaning down and giving Akiva a small lick on his snout before pushing him forward to his meal. He would have what he wanted, Beauty and she would take what was left. This was her son's moment and he should be the first to enjoy the carcass.

Grinning up at his mother, Akiva leapt over the front legs that had given him these new memories, going straight for the stomach and haunch of the beast. He was small, he wouldn't eat too terribly much, but this was his kill. Mother had helped him, yes, but she was giving it to the alpha male of their little pack. He smirked as he dug in, tearing the flesh away and digging into the meat. It was warm and tender. He let hunks slide down his throat, eating his fill quickly. Once finished, he licked his bloodied muzzle, watching for his m other and sister to have their turn. He would let mother eat first. She was higher in the order of his harem than his sister was. He'd assure the ranks were followed.

If Gerda had given much thought to it then she would have realized that, yes, indeed she was trusting Akiva to become the leader of their little band. Of course in this land, Lilith's word was law, but lately she had been drifting. She never belonged her. Her little son, now that was the leader. Not the brute Tabansi, and not the place she was thrust into. By all rights, Akiva should be next in line, he was her bloodline. And he was learning well. She watched him eat, shooting Beauty a warning glance when the pup attempted to venture forward. Once Akiva had his fill she stepped forward, eating quickly as Beauty watched in horror and disatisfaction. As a mother she would want her daughter to eat before she ever did, but she needed to encourage her son's leadership. That much she knew. But, she did leave plenty for her daughter, who hungrily bit into the remaining chunks of flesh and fat.