The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
[attr="class","text"]Finally the day had arrived that Draco was allowed to leave the den. He had been forced to stay there, captive in a place he wasn't even sure if he liked or not. His blue eyes had stared at the exit to the den for hours, always watching and waiting for the day to come. He did not play with the others, mostly keeping to himself. He was most pleased when father was there, but he was not there all the time. It was something that his siblings possibly did not understand either or maybe they did. He was not the type to speak about his feelings. Every time his father left, he wanted to go as well. He did not wish to stay with the others. He wanted to be with his father. Draco did not even wait to wake up the other wolves. He wanted to rush out on his own, to find Vorilye himself. Why was he not here? He should have been there already! Moving to the mouth of the den, Draco stopped just one step from the outside world.
His body slunk low to the ground, trying to see as much as he could all the while still being within the den. He could see a large gathering of trees ahead of him. He could not see the tops of them, for their points were hidden by the cover of the den. The sun was bright, even with the cover of the trees, and he still tried to stare right at it. But it burned his eyes. He closed them tenderly and moved his head away from it. It was time, he decided. He caught the scent of something he had smelled before, it was a creature, not a wolf. Blue eyes stared as the brute built up the courage to finally step outside the den. Feeling both the fresh air on his back, over his ears, and the sweet scent of not being trapped in the den - he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and took it all in with his other senses. Draco turned his head to see the den, not sure if anyone was awake yet or not. Without a double thought, he turned back around and rushed forward through the forest. He didn't know where he was going, but he wanted to run. He wanted to finally see what it was like for the adults of the pack. The young blonde felt as though he was unstoppable.
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Time almost seem to flyby, and she was both dreading this day and looking forward to it. Dione had gotten used to being needed by her pups, for her milk, her warmth, safety and just general company. Now, they were getting older and no longer required her as newborns did. One pup seemed to obviously not want to be around her, and it made Dione uncertain on what she could have messed up in order to warrant it -- she fed him, kept him safe and warm. How could she have messed that up? She was certainly a first time mother, but the young Queen wasn’t sure that even she could have messed those simple tasks up. It seemed she was nothing like Messoria afterall. Dione could not recall a pup that had been born from Messoria that had not loved her.
As she gazed at her children, Dione’s heart clenched painfully. She truly knew how Messoria felt each time she watched her litters grow. It seemed one of the boys were the first to rise, though she was not surprised. Draco was eager to see the world outside of the Den, but Dione wouldn’t stand for him endangering himself in order to do it. Acerbus was their home, certainly, but it didn’t stop dangers from lurking when they could. Pollux had been sitting vigil outside of the den, and had seen Draco’s small body lope from the den and without any need from Dione to urge him, the big-cat slunk towards the pup with intention to grab him by the scruff.
There was plenty of time to explore, with his parents watching over him. A first outing wasn’t something to take lightly, especially alone for a young pup. Pollux whisked Draco up with ease and he slunk back to the waiting mother. “Draco, are you trying to give us a scare?” Dione questioned quietly, a soft tsk leaving her. “What would your father say with you running off?” Pollux lowered the pup back to the den ground, Dione’s blue eyes staying upon the boy. “Now settle until your father gets here, then we can all go outside the den.” Though things would never be the same for Dione and Vorilye, Dione had been truthful when she said she wanted to experience things as a family. That meant them both being there to show their pups the world.
Pollux moved back towards the den’s entrace, seating himself back at his vigil. His duty had been done then, and now he had to go back to surveying the surrounding area. Those little pups in there were his Queens offspring, and as all pups, they were the future to the Pack. Dione nudged Draco with her nose before her eyes went back to the other pups, “come on, sweetlings. Time to rise and shine, father will be here shortly.” She was transported back to the day she had been waiting for as a youth, for when her father would show his face in the den, her mother and siblings warmth engulfing her small frame. Only, she was determined that no disappointment would come to her children after this outing.
Her pale blue eyes went to the mouth of the Den, wondering of Vorilye would be with them soon, uncertain if the children could wait much longer. That’s if the rest of the darlings were awake.
[attr="class","post"]The pups had been growing like weeds, and Vorilye found it harder and harder to distance himself from their mother as the days past. His anger had faded, and in its place resignation had simply set in. The brute had made it his duty to watch over them, even from a small distance, but they were of the age now that they would be more capable of creating their own opinions of the situation. And frankly, Vorilye was not about to sit by and watch as that asshole Ambrose tried to move in on his family. He had briefly considered approaching Dione about the brute, but his actions would speak louder than words. Dione had been very insistent that Riley still had a place in his children's lives, and he would prove everyone wrong in terms of the pups. He wanted them more than anything in the world, even if their mother no longer wanted him.
It was that day that the male had slipped away for a short while, looking for a bit of sustenance for the family. His endeavors had not been the greatest, and he found himself returning to the dens with little more than two small does. They would do well for the pups, but Dione and Vorilye would be responsible for feeding themselves today, it seemed. As the limp carcasses dangled from the brute's muzzle, he could hear Dione's voice ringing out, calling out after their son. The brute hastened back to the dens, his golden and red eyes watching in momentary horror as Dione's... cat thing... scooped up his son. His face screwed up for a moment, and it would have been almost invisible to anyone not looking at him, but it passed over nonetheless. He had always struggled with the presence of the large cat around his children. Dione trusted Pollux with her life, but Vorilye did not trust the cat with the lives of his children. He was protective in the worst way, and in that moment he simply wanted to growl out at the beast to release his grasp on his son. But as soon as Pollux had snatched up the pup and returned him to his mother, he once again returned to his post, and Vorilye was able to breathe easy again. He put on the best smile he could, dropping the limp rabbits at the feet of his ex-mate and their children.
"Draco," he murmured, nuzzling the pup affectionately while not so discretely checking him over for any signs of trauma from the teeth of the cat. Satisfied that there was not a scratch on him, he then moved over to Cygnus, and then to his two little princesses, nosing them gently in an attempt to rouse them from their slumbers. "Breakfast, little ones," he whispered in their little ears, his rough tongue running over each of their heads in an attempt to stir them. Draco had always been a bit more rambunctious than the others with his independence. While the other three seemed closer, Draco chose to distance himself more. It was interesting to watch; it seemed that he never really bonded with his mother in the way the other three had. It was for this reason that Vorilye kept an extra close eye on him. Riley was not going to let his son grow distant from all wolves, even if he chose to put a bit more distance between himself and his siblings. He had been born different, a pure blonde pup in a litter of otherwise dark and mottled pups. But then again, so had Cygnus, and the other little male had always seemed much more integrated with the others.
The brute finally took a moment to tear away the thicker coats of the rabbits, revealing the soft flesh for the pups. Though they had started to eat more on their own, their puppy teeth had struggled with the fur and sinew the last time he had brought back a meal. It would be easier to allow them to indulge, and then the little mismatched family would have the chance to venture out. Vorilye could not say he was happy; they were safe in here. They were protected from the outside world, and he wanted nothing more than to keep all four shielded from the outside world. But logically he knew they needed to grow up some time. It seemed to today was the day that at least his little blonde son's curiosity was getting the better of him. He would not rain on Draco's parade anymore. It had not escaped his noticed that his little blue eyes had always been the ones to linger on him the longest when he took his leave for the night. He just wanted to protect and love them, and if that meant giving them the opportunity to start growing up, it seemed that that was what he would need to do.
"We're going out today," the brute reiterated their mother's sentiments, a tight smile on his lips. How in the world were they going to be able to keep all four safe? Vorilye's stomach was in knots. The world was not kind, and he would be damned if anything happened to them.
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The last born of the litter had found that she rather preferred to be surrounded by the warm bodies of her siblings than move away from them, though that couldn't be said for Draco. Elara often remained silent and shy, startling blue eyes observing from a safe distance. She knew wolves existed outside of her siblings and parents; she knew who her Grams was and the cat that rarely left the mouth of the den, but really -- she knew there were more. It made her feel rather unsettled, but Elara knew she would have to face leaving the den whether she liked it or not. Sometimes her eyes gazed towards the entrance and her nose would twitch curiously, but always she would withdraw back and tuck her nose neatly back into her mothers fur. Today, though, the dreaded day came and Elara wasn't sure what to make of it.
She had settled closely to Carina and Cygnus, just shy of her mothers frame when Draco had bumbled from the den and her ears flew up in alarm - what was he doing?! Elara frowned as she looked towards Dione, as her mother made no move to chase after her brother. Elara found that she didn't need to, anyway. Pollux, the pretty cat with bright eyes had brought Draco back with practised ease, and Elara giggled softly into her paws. It was rather funny, seeing her brother dangle from the mouth of Pollux, though she made sure to dampen her giggles with her paws, unwilling to draw the ire of her brother. Perhaps Vorilye would take too long to come, and the day out could be postponed, she wondered, stretching her hind paws out leisurely behind her. It was not to be, though, as Dione urged them to get up, only to shortly be followed by their fathers entrance. She had found herself rather shy around the much larger wolf, though Elara found that she felt small around all of them - but what she had noticed was the size of Dione compared to Vorilye, and she often felt comfort in that. It wasn't bad to be small, was it? Her mother seemed to carry herself well, afterall.
Elara's petite mouth gaped as Vorilye ripped the soft fur from the rabbits dead bodies, and she cried out in grief, "stop it, papa!" Elara rose to her paws with haste, though she stumbled forward as she puffed her cheeks up. The young girl sourly wished to go back to her mothers milk, unable to see the cute creatures doomed to fill their bellies. "They have feelings too," she commented in a huff, going nowhere near the dead rabbits that their father had presented them with. She'd take no part in it! Instead, Elara turned her back to her parents and settled back down on her rump, lifting her chin with a wobbly lip. Why did he have to bring such cute animals? Surely they had families, too, just like they did. The girl side-eyed her siblings, those rabbits could have had their very own Cygnus, Carina and Draco.
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Cygnus’ right ear twitched as he slumbered, though in the dream, his left ear twitched, too. Although he had been born without the left, he sometimes dreamt about having both, about what it would be like to hear as perfectly as his siblings did. It was not something he dwelt on too often in the daytime, but in the evenings, before he slept, when the rest of his family were undulating in and out of consciousness and he was alone with his thoughts - it haunted him. It hurt, in a way, to feel incomplete. His siblings had not bullied him about it, but Cygnus nevertheless felt at odds with them. Draco might have felt similarly about his coat, but Cygnus would likely never know. The blond boy rarely spoke, let alone divested his feelings to his siblings. Cygnus could not blame him, not really. He wished he could feel as unfazed as Draco looked, but Cygnus was already so skilled at hiding his anxieties that perhaps Draco simply was, too.
When morning arrived, sensation came back to Cygnus languidly. First, his father’s warm tongue guiding him awake. Then, the all-encompassing warmth of his sister’s bodies beside him. And finally, the tantalising smell of fresh meat, the smell that tempted him out of the comfort of sleep, overriding how comfortable he felt in that moment.
Both eyes opened like twin suns cresting over the horizon and he peered up, blinking drowsily a few times, into his father’s face. He breathed a soft noise of protest at being awoken, but there was no force behind it. Cygnus was glad to be awake, glad to be distracted immediately from the sad feelings that crept up on him as soon as his dreamworld had been shattered. There was no time to feel sad with so much going on, and for that, he was always grateful to his family.
No sooner had Cygnus begun to glance about the den than he noticed Pollux slinking away, and Draco sitting with their mother, looking annoyed. It did not take a genius to put two and two together, and Cygnus’ eyes widened with curiosity, staring at his younger brother. Draco fascinated him, though he was always careful not to stare too long at the peculiar pelt or his pale blue eyes. Cygnus could feel the darkness that simmered beneath them and felt drawn to it, felt a kinship. Once Cygnus had dreamt that Draco swallowed him whole, and he had not been able to shake the feeling that followed it for weeks. Cygnus looked away before Draco could look back at him, and turned instead to Elara, who was already awake.
Elara was nothing like Draco. She was so sweet and gentle that Cygnus often worried about how she would survive once they had to be independent. Of course, he would never let anything happen to her, and would spend his days protecting her if she could or would not do it herself. It was his job, as the oldest, to look after them, though he was not sure whether he was a good big brother or not. Despite his best intentions and the love he had for them, Cygnus often wanted to be alone. He could not make it make sense, either, because he felt so happy with them. A part of him told him that he did not deserve to feel happy.
Elara’s sudden movement forced Cygnus to move, too, as he had been resting his head on her back. She cried out at the sight of their father skinning the rabbits he had bought them, though Cygnus could not understand why. It was a rare treat, to be given solid food, though he regretted that it was a far less intimate and comforting experience than sharing his mother’s milk with his siblings.
A wide yawn parted his jaws, his tongue rolling out as he made a high-pitched squeak, and he stretched his forelegs out, rump waving in the air. Satisfied, and more awake than he had felt a few moments ago, Cygnus ambled toward the food that Vorilye had provided for them, though his eyes followed Elara as she turned her back to them, grumbling something about feelings. “Not anymore, they don’t,” he joked, deadpan, doubting that she would find it funny but unable to resist. “You can’t drink milk forever, Elara.” Without wasting his breath any further, Cygnus began to tear into his breakfast heartily, barely pausing to breathe until he remembered his manners and uttered, “Thank you, father,” through a mouthful of flesh.
It was another beautiful day much like any of the others where Carina had awoken to her safe and warm den, surrounded by love and family on all sides, from her mother and from her siblings. Only that it was not a day like every other. Normally, Carina was a fan of sleeping in, and she would only just start stirring once her mother nudged her awake. But today, the dark pup had been wide awake for a little while, quietly watching and waiting, though not stirring from where she lay nestled between Dione and Elara. Carina’s paws almost seemed to tingle in anticipation, and she wasn’t sure whether she was more excited or nervous about what was to come. It would be the first day they would leave the den and set foot out into the big, unknown world.
Carina had glimpsed the outside world from the safety of the den, looking with curiosity outside the borders of the life she knew. But the vastness of it left her somewhat frightened, she had to admit. She was not nearly as eager as some of her other siblings. Her plan was to stay firmly planted beside her mother’s paws at all times so as not to get lost or eaten or any of a hundred horrible things that lay waiting for her outside the comfort of her den.
The dark and golden pup couldn’t understand how or why Draco rushed for the exit so. It was so much like him, however. She would be lying if she said he hadn’t been getting on her nerves, especially so within the last couple weeks. “Draco!” she hissed as loudly as she dared, hoping not to alert her mother. His name almost caught in her throat, so terrified she was of what might befall him the moment his paw touched soil outside of the familiar. She had heard tales of beasts that lived out there and the many ways the outside world was dangerous to pups, and she had no desire to lose any of her siblings, no matter how much she might not understand them or they might annoy her. But her warning did not seem to matter. Pollux caught him anyway, and she listened as her mother gently chastised him.
Perhaps a larger world would be nice, if only to gain some distance from the rest of her siblings. Carina supposed it would also be nice to see where her father went whenever he wasn’t with them. What could possibly be more interesting about the outside world than the comfort and warmth and close companionship offered in her den?
As though her thoughts had summoned him, Vorilye appeared and dropped two rabbits before turning his attention to his trouble-maker of a son. Carina could hardly contain her excitement at his arrival and all but jumped to her paws to say hello to her father. If Carina had known any better, she might have thought them an odd looking family, with colors and fur patterns not at all alike to one another, not to mention the fact that her father did not stay with them. But the little pup was unconcerned with anything other than that she felt loved and like she belonged. It would make leaving her den all the more difficult.
It took Cygnus until the smell reached his nose to wake him from his slumber. “Well, hello, sleepyhead,” Carina giggled, poking fun at him before jumping after him to also take a bite of the breakfast her father had brought. “It’s really good, Elara. You have to try it.” She tried to encourage her sister, but she was so excited and nervous that she barely managed a couple bites herself before she sat back and contented herself by licking the remaining taste off her maw and waiting for everyone else to leave the den before she would feel safe enough to do so.
[attr="class","text"]Stubby puppy legs did not get him very far. The much older and faster feline caught up to him rather quickly, clasping him in his jaws as he returned him to his mother. Grumpy features rested in the form of the young wolf, his eyes burning as he was returned home. He did not even struggle or fight the feline, just allowing his body to hang as if it were dead weight. "No," he replied. "He would probably challenge me to a race." Draco was angered that he was brought back, that he was trapped when he was supposed to be released into the open world. That was a bogus rule, one he did not enjoy. He had tasted freedom, if only for a few precious moments, and now it was taken from him - stuffed back into the lowly lit den, wishing he was outside breathing the fresh air once again. He sat on the ground, ignoring the other pups as they communicated with mother. He sat with his back against the wall, allowing him to turn his head and see them, as well as the entrance - should he make another attempt to flee. Before he could make another break for freedom, father entered the den. Relief washed over him.
Father greeted him first, then his brother. It brought a smile to his features, if only for a moment. It quickly faded as his eyes were drawn back to the exit. He ignored the murmurs of the others, speaking about whatever it was. Surely Elara was complaining about something and Carina was probably mimicking mother. The smell caught his attention and he turned his eyes to see. Food - real food. No longer did he have to suckle from the teets of his mother. He could eat his own food catch his own food. He could kill whatever he wanted. He moved for the small rabbits by the largest wolf's paws. He nudged one with his nose, just like mother had nudged them. He lapped his tongue over the meat that was exposed and enjoyed the taste. Clasping his jaws around one, he picked it up from the ground and took it from the little gathering, stopping just inches from the exit of the den. He placed it down before himself, crossing his paws over each end and forced himself to lay down. Here in his own space, he started to rip at the flesh with his sharp tiny teeth. Ripping all he could, he ate some and swallowed it down his throat. He loved the taste, it was much better than milk. Milk was boring and there was no hunt for it. Being one of the smaller wolves, it was often hard to fight the others off.
"I like this," he said softly. He ate a couple more bites and licked his jaws. Blue eyes peered over at the family and then back at the exit. He ate, he conversed, but now it was time to explore. Father and mother were here, even that midnight creature that listened to mother so well. Someday Draco would find a way to bribe the creature in to allowing him to do as he pleased.
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Draco, naturally, was not pleased with being brought back. Dione had wanted to frown, but she kept the emotion off of her features and in it's place was a small, loving smile. She would not argue with him, though the younger, more petulant Dione severely wished to. Dione was older now, more poised, more practised, and she'd not treat her child that way. Children were not easy, she had known that, but she simply wondered what she had done wrong already for Draco to want to be anywhere but near her. Vorilye had swept into the den not seconds after Pollux had returned to his post, and in his mouth he brought gifts. Gifts that she was certain 3 of the children would like, and one... well, one who held a more delicate heart than most and was likely to not be pleased.
"Elara," she tutted, "we say thank you," Dione murmured as she leaned to rub her nose against Elara's head. "You need to eat, sweetling. Your daddy made sure that they didn't suffer, didn't you, daddy?" Looking over the top of Elara's head to Vorilye, she made a motion with muzzle, pointing down at her in which she hoped Elara couldn't see. They needed her to eat, and hopefully, Vorilye would play along. The other children didn't hold an issue with the rabbits, instead, the dove into the food that Vorilye had brought.
Cygnus seemed to try and encourage his sister with the truth, and Carina seemed to encourage with a softer approach. Dione made no move to intervene, letting the sibling dynamic play out - though the only one she felt she had to keep an eye on was Draco. Dione lifted her chin with a pratcise look of calm upon her features as she shifted from her belly to sit upon her haunches. "Once you've all eaten your fill, we'll head out," she informed the children, unable to catch herself from gazing at all of them with the startling love she felt in her chest.
Despite feeling the love and protection the moment they were born, Dione knew it would not leave even as they grew. It was a little heartbreaking, having them no longer require her to survive. They had relied on her heavily in the first weeks of their lives and now here they stood, their mother not needed, ready to see the world. This was nature, though, the circle of life, they had to grow up. They had to, but it didn't stop Dione from disliking it. Leaning her head down as she stood, she licked each of their little heads with an affectionate swipe before she looked to Vorilye.
In another world, perhaps, it'd have been different. Their hearts would not have felt broken by each other, but that was not the world they lived in. In this world, they had four beautiful children who relied on them, and an example must be set. "Now I know how our mothers must have felt when this day came," she murmured to him with a slightly playful tone, only for his ears to hear. They were not friends, though Dione though that perhaps one day they would be. They'd need to be, for their children, but for the moment, they just were. Still, she'd attempt to keep it light between them, as she had been honest when she had said she wanted him to be part of it all, part of the children and the family. They had his blood just as they had hers, and though it wasn't easy, it was something that had to be done.
"Are you all done, sweetlings?" Dione turned her eyes to all of the children, looking at each of their little faces with love, hoping slightly that one would say they were not quite ready. Though she knew the chances of that were slim, as they were all eager beavers to see the world.
[attr="class","post"]Vorilye half laughed at his little daughter's exasperation. It was not unlike her to be slow to rouse in the morning; Vorilye simply wished he was able to be there for more mornings in general. Elara was a tough nut to crack, her blue eyes growing upset at the sight of the rabbits he brought for them. He fought back a frown. She would not grow big and strong if she would not eat, and the creatures that gave their lives so that the wolves may survive were all a part of a greater plan. He had no idea where she had gained such strange ideals already, and as Cygnus and Carina also awoke, they helped echo Dione's words as well. "They did not suffer, Elara. We must eat to grow big and strong," he remarked gently to the small femme with a smile. This whole situation was tense in its own way, for this was one of the first "family" events for the lot of them. Vorilye often checked in on his children, but this was the most words Dione had spoken to him since the pups were born.
As his colored son gave thanks for the meal, he nodded in acknowledgement and smiled. They were at least being raised with manners; it was high time that they started to learn the ins and outs of the world outside of the dens. As always, Draco kept himself separate from the others, something that was a cause of concern for the older male. He did not know what was going on with the litter; all four seemed so vastly different, and it was as if each one had taken on one of the very strong traits of their parents and multiplied it tenfold. He could see a bit of himself in all the pups, as could he see Dione, but there were dominating features of each one that he could already see would shape them as they grew.
Carina's giggle caught his attention and Vorilye beamed in her direction. There was something about his two little princesses that warmed his heart in a completely different way. His sons were each unique and phenomenal in their own way, but the sun seemed to shine brighter from Elara and Carina. They were such characters, and Vorilye craved that innocent, soft sound. It was music to his ears. Perhaps it was his upbringing around almost all females, or perhaps Vorilye had always wished that his sisters could be daddy's girls. He wanted nothing more than for them to grow strong and confident... to become everything their parents were and then even more. For every parent wanted their children to do better than they had done before.
"I wish I had more of mother's attention when I had been younger," he responded softly. Valeria had often been busy with things that took her away from them. "They are lucky to have what they do." It was a bit of an olive branch; an understated compliment that the pups were lucky to have her as a mother. She cared, and while he always knew his mother cared about him, he had fallen short of his sisters in her eyes. It was nothing that he held against her, but in the end she had bartered away her son, allowing her daughters to remain home, untouched. She had been so optimistic and had spoken so highly about him that day that he had simply been aghast at the idea of failing her. All his life he had wanted her approval, and for once he had gained it. He wondered how she would look at him now. Would she be proud? Or would she be disappointed in him that he hand managed to so handily wreck his own family?
He wished she was here. Vorilye might have been a father, but no wolf ever stopped needing their parents.
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