| Post-mortem Boredom; Contains some darker themes | |
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| Keeta | Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:15 pm Post #1 |
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With the world encased in frost and darkness, spirits could rise and play with the mind, without fear of fading away in the burning of sun, instead to dance in the light of the moon. Sadness always thrived in winter. Or did it? Maybe it was just the private cells in the skull that teach us this, as we are raised to connect winter with hunger, disease, cold and... Death. Suddenly reality itself becomes unclear, especially the emotion and thought of the lone female that treckked the woodlands, pondering questions of the world. Do we even look, think, breath what is real? Or are we just extensions of the ancestors? But, if this is indeed true, then perhaps the shadows of my past are not really my own shadows but the traces of taint from another soul, another time. What am I saying? Moonstruck, again. It had been this time last year that her daughter had past away. Her only living daughter. She remembered the sickness, the vomitting, the convulsions, the odd misting of the eyes, the blindness... And then the cold. Colder then the snow, colder then the moon, colder then death. That fur was stained with blood from birth, eyes cursed to be akin to dying! She was a deadly omen, and yet, they hung onto her, tried so hard. The medics? Useless! Not even those renown for medicine and wit could figure out a way to cure her. It was a lost cause. She was a lost cause. Keeta never let it touch her. Never ever. But now, with the moon turning white fur pure and silver, mind fading in and out of reality, it was hurting. Some secret pain, burying into her heart like a crab in the sand, sinking, disappearing, and though you claw at it, trying to force it to resurface... It is lost. Something had an icy grip on her soul, and it made her numb with grief, and deaf to all else. In herself, she played dead, a nifty trick to learn to hide yourself and let the darkness fade away. The name was fearless on her breath, but chocked inside her voice, and made itself known painfully. How much the word love is tossed around, especially by the wolf Keeta. Her past lovers meant so little compared to her own flesh, and yet, her own children were such that she treasured them beyond her own fur and bone and blood. Whereas once ambition had allowed itself to cloud like smog, now only thoughts of their survival pushed her, only thoughts of their future. The dead gone, buried, she said. And they let it at that. To see them even at this time, she knew their younger sister was nothing but another mindless death in their eyes. Already they had witnessed too much. So much. If a wolf could cry, Keeta would have done at this time. She was a wolf inclined to swallow anything that threatened to consume her itself, and she found it was getting harder, and harder. So much flashed before her, in the moonlit woods, where the silver confuses and the shadows flicker and seem so real. The murder of her first lover, and the rape of his sister. Her torture at the hands of her own family- an ear, they ripped. A tail bitten to pieces. Scarred forever. Then came the haunting of her next true beating at the fangs of her second lover, and his condemnation for her becoming pregnant. The threats her incestuous brother fed to her when she, alone, was cornered again, to escape with only her life in tact, her sanity in ruin and her soul so old and worn. And her sister... Lolth, so innocent, so pure, as a child, as an adult, but now where has it gone? To sleep, of course, along with the children. Three buried. Her own daughter, and her own neice and nephew. Her sister had been lucky to live with three legs intact. The lamenting female stopped underneath a barren tree, staring up through the branches at the stars. Were they always so silent? A crazed laugh escaped her lips. And since when did they mock me? |
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| Fate's Gambit | Sat Jan 24, 2009 8:45 pm Post #2 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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It was days like this when Silverstreak would find himself lost in thought. It didn't matter what season it was, though it did tend to happen more often in cooler weather... It merely happened (to him, at least) when there was a certain feeling in the air, an atmosphere that provoked brooding or listlessness. Sometimes they were memories. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes a round of what-ifs and imagining alternate scenarios insued. Occasionally it was odd little things, strange, random out-of-the-blue ideas or whisps of ideas that ran through his scarred head. But most often, he used days like this to go over what had been happening to him and his 'brother' and 'daughter' lately, to examine every second he could recall, to think on reactions and double-check the things he or his family said or did... He used these moods to organize his thoughts, get his head cleared. And when he did so, when he found a moment from his new duties as a Hunter to the Blacktooth Pack, he gave into the wish to be alone for a time. He generally found himself wandering the surrounding areas, far and long, and this time was no exception, aside from the fact that he actually did do this. He usually stayed as close as he could to Shadowfang and Frostedrose, or had, when they had been alone, but now he could let his paws carry him where they willed. And so, once he had pulled himself, a little tiredly but feeling satisfied, from the things he had quagmired himself in, he had found himself quite a ways away from his new home, in an entirely different forest than the pine one he was growing used to. Mildly surprised, Silverstreak halted and glanced about, ears pricked for sounds of danger or unexpected arrivals, as his cautious nature commanded him to do (it was rare that he was so deeply in thought to become as unguarded as he had been!), and took a vast breath, drawing in the scents that the trees, shrubs, and animals around him held. Hm. He wasn't alone. There was another wolf nearby, a female, one he didn't recognize... He couldn't see her, however. He seemed to be at the wrong angle to do so, judging from the direction her smell came from, and could not tell exactly where she was. Lovely. One ear flicked back slightly in irritation at his carelessness, but otherwise his face and eyes were cleared of expression, and body was held in a neutral posture and stance. He waited for a moment, allowing himself to hope fleetingly that perhaps she was asleep or hadn't noticed him... That was not likely, however. The wind was not in his favor, what little of it there was today. He had no way of knowing whether or not she was in the mood for a fight, either... |
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| Keeta | Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:16 pm Post #3 |
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The wind blew a new scent to the nose of Keeta, leaves rustling as the chill wind bit into the world, as if angry that the thick-furred white wolf ignored it. Through her matted, tangled dreads of blood-crusted fur she barely felt the cold, even on such a dreary night. She turned her head slowly toward the direction of the stranger, eyes glowing yellow in the darkness as the moonlight shone upon her. Her body followed suit, crunching frosted grass beneath her hardened paws. It was a stranger. Even as that registered her fur began to prickle, ears flattened and knees slightly bent into a defensive half-crouch. Her giantess form was no soft-treading wraith nor thieving shadow, and the noise her weight upon the ground made would make any wolf alert to her presence, so she felt no need to growl. She was not oblivious to her own failings. Nor did she seek to correct them, so it seemed, for she made no attempts at all to be hidden, and strode out before the wolf in a slow, heavy moving manner, letting a dread of fur fall forward as she did, making her obvious differences between species more obvious then based on size alone. The fact that her fur was long enough and thick enough to become so chaotic was a sure enough sign. She did not put on a particularly aggressive stance, though her defensive position and bunched muscle held a silent threat. She splayed her legs a little, and quickly scanned his shape with her eyes. Deciding he was not so much of a threat she visibly relaxed a little, though not entirely. Instead her jaws parted as her idle, coarse tones rolled from her tongue, "Nice night for a stroll, ey mate?" Despite how casual she spoke, her voice held a hint of warning, as she was unsure of how far the near-by (for she could scent a group of wolves) "pack" let their territory stretch. |
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| Fate's Gambit | Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:38 pm Post #4 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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Silverstreak stayed still, alert and waiting for the female to reveal herself, if so she chose... And she did. Silverstreak blinked in astonishment, but did little else that would indicate he was caught off guard other than stare at her (which he would have anyway) with very slightly widened eyes. He was shocked at the sight of her, for several reasons. First and foremost was her size. He was used to being dwarfed by Shadowfang, She was the only other wolf he'd ever met who came close to matching him in size - indeed, she wasn't much smaller than him. She was larger in body mass, though; his friend was sleeker and more slender. She looked to be his opposite in fur shading, too, for what he could make out. She appeared to have lighter coloring, but it was difficult to tell because of the disgusting mixture of blood, dirt, twigs, leaves, and who-knew-what-else that was entwined into her pelt. He didn't lose himself in his observations of her overall appearance, though, and did note her silently threatening stance. He tensed as well, though whether to run, defend himself, or attack first it was unclear - but then he relaxed when she did, inwardly relieved. He had spared with Shadowfang before, and he was not easy to beat - not only because of his size, but also experience. This she-wolf had a toughness about her, Silverstreak thought, and he did not want to fight her if he had another choice. His own voice was soft and deep, an opposite to her rougher, idle one. His was mostly empty of any tone, aside from politeness and light curiosity. "It is. What brings you here, so close to Blacktooth territory?" He went straight to the point, thinking that perhaps that was the best way to do things now. If she was of hostile intent -- he wasn't relaxed in his mind, whatever his body said -- perhaps a member of another pack who was scouting for new lands to seize, then he would be able to outrun her and warn his own group first. He knew the area better than she, especially when they got closer to his new home. If she followed, he would lead her through the thicker areas, where her bulk would have trouble fitting... Edited by Fate's Gambit, Mon Feb 2, 2009 4:05 pm.
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| Keeta | Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:31 am Post #5 |
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Keeta watched Silverstreak's actions with a bored expression, yet a hint of insightful interest in the eye. Watching another wolves movements could tell much of the outcome of the meeting. Silverstreak was smaller then her and to her, that meant no contest. It was a folly of Keeta that she rarely took into account intelligence in battle- perhaps because she herself had never been inclined to fight with wit. To her, a fight was a contest of brawn and endurance, not fancy moves and well-placed bites. As he spoke she twitched her good ear forward to listen, the only sign of movement she gave until he stopped. "On the assumption you are talking about your packs territory, what are you doing out of it?" At the end of her question her lips twitched sharply upwards, almost a smirk but not quite as malacious. She considered it a fair point- wolves did not often leave their own territory unless they were not doing well with finding prey, or for expansion. She tilted to rest slightly on the left side of the body as a lazy gesture, wondering how much land there was around here anyway. And why this male seemed tense about her being /near/ the "Blacktooth" territory. Trouble in heaven, perhaps? She was quite interested in claiming territory herself, though took into consideration it may be easier to see if the local pack needed extra muscle. Quite like a mercenery, in some respects, she was uninterested in joining a pack out of protection or some sense of belonging... Instead she traded her fighting skill and experience as a warrior for food and shelter. It was tough to win the loyalty of a wolf that trusted few. Edited by Keeta, Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:33 am.
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| Fate's Gambit | Sat Jan 31, 2009 9:01 pm Post #6 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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(Sadly, it's so short. 3X ) Silverstreak kept a slight tension in his body, kept himself ready to move if she did. This she-wolf had scars quite as distinguishing as he did, he noted. Now that he had studied her for a moment, he could make a bit out of her tangled mass of a pelt. Not that the missing ear was hard to see, clean or not. Her scars could mean any number of things, but the Hunter was placing his bet on the fact that they meant he should be wary around her. He dipped his head a little in response to her when she assumed it was his territory he spoke of, confirming that part of the sentence. Well, it wasn't his territory, but it was the one that he lived in. "The Blacktooth region belongs to Sawtooth and Amos. I am a pack member." He said plainly, keeping his focused, shielded orbs on her. "As for what I am doing here... I simply chose to take a walk." He cocked his head to the side then, narrowing his eyes just a little. "Now, what are you doing here?" He repeated his question. It wasn't any firmer or softer than before, nor was it aggressive or polite, or seem to have hidden undertones. |
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| Keeta | Sun Feb 1, 2009 1:09 pm Post #7 |
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Keeta was a little beweildered by his apparent paranoia (despite her not being within a pack territory, that is) that seemed to come from a logical stance, had she been within the mark. But outside of it, she failed to see where he held any power at all, so his attitude actually managed to annoy her. Not that she'd been in a pleasant mood anyway- but in a depressive state it is quite hard to irritate her... Well, that it is a lie in some sense, but as Keeta is normally easily aggitated, the time it took to disgruntle her extended to more normal wolf lines. "I don't care. I don't know of any Sawtooth or Amos. I'm not in their lands, so why should their names be relevant to my being here in any way? Do I look like the kind of wolf that can't tell one piece of territory from another?" He tone was quite steady and calm, but it held a hint of condescending, as if she thought Silverstreak was being arrogant. Whether or not she actually did, is hard to tell, but it certainly traced in her voice. Top of the list of "Things that Bug Keeta" are overconfident pack wolves. Then she snapped her head to the side, another twitch of the lips, and a bolder statement followed, "Why aren't you in your own territory then? I am simply existing, wolf, as much as any living thing. Perhaps you should stop being so paranoid if you think a wolf needs a reason to be walking around?" Edited by Keeta, Sun Feb 1, 2009 1:10 pm.
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| Fate's Gambit | Mon Feb 2, 2009 4:20 pm Post #8 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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Well, it looked like he couldn't win with this one, didn't it? Couldn't win by continuing as he was, anyway. He seemed to have made her annoyed, somehow, judging by her condescention, though he wasn't exactly sure what he had done to cause this. Silverstreak did not speak until Keeta had finished, nor did he say anything for a moment, but then he shrugged, giving his tail a twitch. His paranoia bothered her, then? Was he coming across as arrogant, as if he thought she needed a reason to... 'exist' as she had put it? "Caution is simply an ingrained trait of my personality." He told her with sincere, quiet politeness and apology. "As for why I am out of my home, I have already said I was taking a walk, much as you are, apparently." He didn't give a reply to her first comments. He flicked an ear as if shooing away a fly or an irritating thought, and a very slight sigh eased out of his mouth. "It's good to have time to yourself on occasion." He said, softer still. And it was. Not that he had meant to come in this direction specifically. In fact, if he had known that Keeta would be here, he would have avoided it all together. |
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| Keeta | Mon Feb 2, 2009 7:25 pm Post #9 |
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Pfft. Caution? Keeta barely knew the word. Not that she was overtly daring as a wolf, she simply didn't put too much thought into such. But she visibly calmed a bit as he reacted in a likeso matter, as if his lack of aggression took affect on herself. Maybe it did. She wasn't one for picking on other wolves that would keep their cool. "Most wolves walk in their own territory. Unless the land you dwell in is so tiny you'd risk bumping into another member any second. Or so small as to be impossible to explore. Pleh. They aren't what they used to be. Daddy would cringe." The 'Daddy' part was said with mocking and a cold anger, rather then affection, and it was followed by a dark snicker. "Try being a loner. Gives you all the lonesome you need." Not that she was a particularly consistent loner. She had stayed with packs before, but normally no longer then a few moons, only staying in two for more then a year. She wasn't one for settling down, even after having her litters. She stretched out her hulking form, shaking her shaggy white coat. Damn snow. Just made her look like the ground, except with eyes. And it walked. Oh well. "Out of the mere curiosity a neighboring denizen should ask, how many of you lot are there?" |
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| Fate's Gambit | Thu Feb 5, 2009 1:39 pm Post #10 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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This she-wolf was strange. That was all Silverstreak could pin her as, at least for now. He wasn't sure what to make of her, exactly. She made him curious, for sure. He found himself wondering what reaction she would deliver next. He simply let her ramble on before he answered her, but he did listen, automatically coming up with several replies he could feed her by the time she was done. He resisted the urge to duck when she shook her fur off, sending snow, dirt (he thought it was dirt, anyway, but he wasn't sure) and a few twigs flying. She wasn't close enough to hit him, fortunately. "Our land is large enough." He said, speaking in a to-the-point manner. "And I have been a loner." Even before he'd come across Shadowfang and Frostedrose, though admittedly it hadn't been a long portion of his story. "As for how many of us... There are six, including myself." He finished with a barely noticable pause. Inwardly, he felt a bit uneasy about giving their numbers away. Of course, only five of those six were able to fight, but they would be more than enough to defeat one wolf - especially with Shadowfang. Not that he was going to assume she would attack them... He didn't know, of course, nor did he know much about her and how her mind worked. But he had been telling the truth when he'd told Keeta that caution was an 'ingrained trait of his personality.' She would keep him on his toes, reguardless, he was sure. All of them, if she had asked how many they were because she was considering joining them. That would be interesting. |
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| Keeta | Fri Feb 6, 2009 9:46 am Post #11 |
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"Only six? I have more children then you have pack members. Thought it would be one of those cosy-types. But, you look a sheltered wolf, so maybe the land feels big to you, mm?" Again, she let out some bitter sarcasm, mostly for her own ears. But she still smiled, in a dark, cheery way, " Though, you might claim to have been a loner in your terms, but not in mine. A loner in my eyes, is a wolf that is unable to stay within a pack, or even a group of wolves, for very long. Not simply a wanderer dispersing. Loneliness is not very strong unless it has a certain permanence to it. I'm not the most intelligent wolf to wander the world, but my mindset keeps me distant from you all, all the same." She shrugged at him, her speech ended. She made it very clear that she held distaste for any form of weakness- even the size of packs and the land they ran. She came from a very different world, a point she decided to add, "Ahh, but my experiences are worlds apart from yours. My birth pack essentially consisted of four separate packs, each lorded over by the sect my father ran. It was a military empire of sorts. You were either in, or dead. Things do not work like that often, no?" She grinned, "Of course, Anomaly was much the same, a true delight to one of war like me... But Anomaly was given it's namesake for a reason. No pack I have come across has been militant or even as vaguely interesting as either. You have boring rankings, boring traditions and always, always, boring, misplaced alphas." It was an insult. But at least it wasn't actually a directed one, just... More of a general one. She obviously didn't like much. At all. But, she is Keeta, and Keeta hates everything at least half of the time. Edited by Keeta, Fri Feb 6, 2009 9:48 am.
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| Fate's Gambit | Fri Feb 6, 2009 5:13 pm Post #12 |
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I guess I'm a loser, then. |D
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(I... hate this post for some reason... >< ) Silverstreak's reaction to Keeta's speaches was only the appearance of mild curiosity entering his expression. His ears stood up a bit as if to snatch and yank the information (what she did and did not say) out of the air, and his stance straightened, showing that he was listening more intently, his shieldedness unintentionally softening in the face of something new. The fairly dominant portion of him that loved to learn was highly interested in these millitant pack structures that the huge white she-wolf spoke of, even while part of him was wryly amused. If his scarred body looked sheltered to her, then he didn't want to know what she thought of as battleworn or world-weary. Her sarcasm and general insults didn't bother him, though he did idly think that Shadowfang would enjoy meeting Keeta. When she was done talking he just stood there for a moment, a musing expression on his face, as if he were mulling over what she had told him - which he was. His eyes never left her, and though they showed that he appeared to be lost in thought, he was still alert enough to notice any sudden movements. Then he shrugged and gave her a faint smile. "Perhaps 'wanderer' would be a better name for what I was, then." He nodded, agreeing to her description of what a loner really was, and then added, "I would like to hear more about these military empire packs, if you are willing to tell me about them." They reminded him vaguely of what Shadowfang had told him of the packs that his parents had originally come from, though he had never bothered to learn a great deal about how the hiearchy and whatnot worked. He'd had never actually been part of one, and hadn't had the chance to learn anyway, even he'd wanted to. They only reminded him in the way that they had been different from most others, though. They hadn't been military-oriented. He got the impression that this Keeta was a lot deeper than she let on. She was certainly a worthwhile character to talk to, given her views on things... She was right about the loner idea. 'Wanderer' or 'roamer' really would be a better name for what he and his companions had been. Keeta certainly did come from a different world. [font][/font[/font] |
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| Keeta | Fri Feb 6, 2009 9:13 pm Post #13 |
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At his interest, she quickly brightened up, as if the memory of death and tyranny somehow cheered her up. Perhaps it did, in a way, for it brought back memories of family and past lovers... And, of course, her upbringing made her naturally fond of fighting, if not violence. She was not as cruel or merciless as her ancestors, but she had every bit of fighting spirit that they had had. And so she began, a softer smile on her muzzle, "My father and his grandfather come from a truly different world. A land always of snow and ice, they told me, where death and fighting were life, and most packs were nomadic as prey was scarce. Perhaps the amount of prey was what drove those wolves so violent. Then there was darkness, and then they were somewhere else, see? I cannot explain, but all I know is that our ancestors were wolves of survival and family, not honor and friendship. Until I left my birth pack... In spirit... I had no such concept of friends. A Devou wolf was family, others were nothing, see? They did not have to be a blood brother or sister to be one of us. We took in the odd stranger, those who were proved worthy. Father was tight on dispersal- He was not used to litters surviving! He allowed only weaker males and females to leave, and I am sure they normally met their doom. Soon our pack was too big. And it grew. And grew. There were soon thirty of us! Imagine! All train to either fight or hunt, as if our lives were less important then duty... And to such a large pack, of course it was. We were fodder..." She paused, ear twitching, but quickly continued, "Soon we split into two packs. Then three. Then four. Then... Five, though the... Leader pack, the one my father and his closest 'family' consisted of, ruled with iron paws. Mostly, he let them do their own thing. They developed different traditions, hierarchies, skills, laws, but their land was really his, their lives really his. No wolf had his ambition or charisma to lead as he did, I swear by it. Hah! I received none of it, of course. When we had sucked land dry of prey and resources, we moved on, a colossal force that destroyed whole packs just to take their land. Our numbers grew and shrank, ever changing, but as a whole we were always superior to other packs. Sometimes in all five packs we only had nine or ten wolves, but that is still too many! One father, one alpha, and that was Delirium Devou, my birth dad. He held four demi-alphas under him, known as General, or Quasi-Alpha's, depending on whether you were being respectful or insulting of their position. Under them, and himself, were normally one to three Captains. I was one once. A good position of power. Perhaps akin to your Beta? Then under them were the three types of Warrior, and I say them in order of rank, Kensai, wolves trained to use speed and precise fang to quickly slaughter a single, irritating individual... Then the Berserker, a vicious type of brute force trained to simply destroy till they die of wounds, exhaustion, starvation- Trained in the most ultimate of endurance... Heh heh, I was one once! Perhaps that is why I make a good loner. And then there was the normaly Warriors. Skilled fighters all, used mainly as guards and patrolling wolves, though would be in the raids too." She paused again, for breath, and to allow Silverstreak to absorb her words, "Below them were the Specialists. This rank was most fickle, and consisted of wolves skilled in odd areas, such as spying and healing. And below them, hunters. All wolves that could not fight or had no special skill were hunters. When a higher ranked wolf starved to death, three hunters would be chosen at random and executed. It was brutal and occurred only once in my lifetime, but it served it's purpose of ensuring we didn't go hungry- The hunters would work out of fear. Hunters had their own pecking order that Delirium cared not for overseeing- normally one picked himself as the leader. Occasionally a very talented hunter was allowed to retire at old age like a higher ranked wolf is... Otherwise, hunters are hunters until they die. Retirement was reserved for the bigwigs. Elders and pups were cared for by each-other, with pups keeping the old stiffs company, bringing them food and bedding, while elders guarded and played with them, and taught them too. At the age of four months a pup was deemed the rank of Apprentice, and given to an adult wolf to train. If by the age of six months the wolf showed a different talent, they were given a different mentor. At a year of age they were given a full rank. The weaker were allowed to disperse." She stopped now, for she was unsure of what Silverstreak wanted to here next, though in truth she could have gone on forever about her own pack. Heck, she could've gone on about Anomaly much the same! And at this thought, she added, "Anomaly was similar, though ranking very different and far more patriarchal... And it used slaves, something my father was oddly against. He believed in freedom, even if that meant sending a wolf to death." |
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