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 Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 2:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 4:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 5:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:20 pm
  Birth. It is the tangible starting point for all creatures in the mortal plain. However, the creature itself cannot remember it. It relies on others to recount the tale when it is old enough to understand and store the memory away. If only these memories weren't always so lasting; vivid.
The mother, a fair young damsel of sorts; the father a handsomely built, modern-day hero. Of pure mexican heritage, the father bore his firely pelt with pride; turned auburn and brown from toe to crown. The fair lady dualed his coat with her own, white as snow. And, together, they created life. The first litter.
Enter Elias.
The litter produced only one healthy puppy: the little male Elias. His coat was colored like father and mother both. He bore the flames of his sire's soul along his topside, and inherited the piercing amber eyes to match. His bottom side was dipped with snow like his fair mother. His eyes were bright with enthusiasm, and he was a curious pup. His parents loved him dearly, and watched him as he grew rapidly in the first few months. They wanted more than this one child, of course, and soon the white maiden announced that she was once again expecting. They watched their only son as he began to explore and learn. Every day he inherited more of his father's spirit and his mother's kindness through play and work. However, this could not always be the case. Happy childhoods are pleasant, yes. But never memorable, and what brandished that young mind is something he can never forget.
For the first time in his young life, Elias would learn emotions never meant to be felt: pain, sorrow, loss. He was watching his father, preparing for a playful bound out from behind a boulder when a stranger descended upon their happy home. Scared by the large, black wolf, Elias remained hidden. A fight broke out instantaneously. Elias watched with wide eyed fright as his father fought, but the black wolf had stolen the element of suprise: the one element that always gave the upper hand. The black wolf seized the father's life within his jaws, and as Elias came charging out for an attack, the neck was snapped with a crunch, and a limp, radiant body fell to the snow. Elias slid to a halt, his eyes darting frantically from his father to the large, black wolf. He was all alone and exposed now. And then, the wolf lowered his head very slowly, putting his muzzle very near the pup's ear. He whispered within it, then snapped his jaw down on the soft, impressionable flesh of his left ear, puncturing it with his fang. Never forget this face. The whisper rang through his head as the throbbing and bleeding from his ear tossed him into unconsciousness. Never forget...
In the months afterwards, Elias' mother grew quite round, and the promise of a large litter was evident. The golden-eyed wolf took care of his mother, growing to fill the paws of his father though he was barely a year old. Yes, experience had already aged this wolf far beyond his time. Caring for his mother was an increasingly difficult task, but he felt he owed it too her. In a way, it was his fault that the black wolf had killed his father, and he had to make it up to her somehow. She could never be hurt like that again, and he would make sure it would never come to pass. The pregnancy period was soon over, and Elias grown to almost full size and brilliance. A new den had been dug and lined with fresh, soft mosses for his mother. He was proud of himself, though his white underside had become stained from the digging: a stain he would never rid himself of. Before long, mother spent most of her time in the den, and inevitably went into labor once more.
Enter Anya.
The air in the den was hot and thick, and Elias kept a watchful eye on both his mother and the outside world. It was painful, almost to watch, but he kept quiet. Occationally, he would offer a comforting word or nudge. After what seemed like eternity, a pup finally escaped mother's warm safety. A small, white ball with tipped ears cried with life. However, there was something wrong. Both could sense it, and Elias' eyes shot from the puppy to his mother. It seemed as if she'd short circuited, because though her stomach was still round with the burden of puppies to come, she sat up and licked this one baby clean. Her haunches and tail were stained now; crimson was everywhere. Elias didn't understand. Was this what was supposed to happen? The small, white female crawled to her mothers side and began to suckle for her first meal. Elias watched in awe and horror as his mother laid down her head, murmured one word: Anya. Then her eyes fell half closed with a dullness that he had seen before. Death had taken his mother, and for what? This little white furball that was crying for comfort? Elias snorted, emotions raging inside him. But Anya turned her blind head toward him, and he saw something he didn't think he'd recognize: this was his sister, and he was all she'd have in the world. He had to stay, and protect her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 8:19 am
Acquaintances Rio: Naib: Fayina Tao: Hati: Flit: Kiba:
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