12-07-2007, 09:04 PM
[html]The boy had been wandering, as always. he knew his mother was behind him somewhere. Now that she'd found him, she was never far away. It bothered him. he was nine months old, now. old enough to be out on his own, old enough to be a working member of jaded Shadows. And still, she babied him, treating him like he was still a pup.
mother and Father bopth spoke highly of Syemv. The boy had investigated, but found nothing of interest except an old blood encrusted knife. he'd taken it as a token of his bravery. Little did he know that the blade he carried in his mouth now had his birth father's blood on it; it was, in fact, the very blade his mother had stabbed the male to death with.
A gravestone caught the boy's attention. He cocked his head, wandering over, dropping the blade in the grass nearby. He sniffed around casually; the place reeked of coyotes. He grinned lopsidedly, an idea popping into his head. He strutted up the the stone, posturing like an alpha. his lips pulled back from fangs, and he stared it down, then turned, lifted his tail and hind leg and sprayed the stone. he laughed mischeviously, then began scrathing at the dirt idley. what was buried here anyways?
Deuce had never taught him how to read. he was never around long enough to learn, after all. So he had no clue this grave he was desecrating belonged to a former alpha. A loud growl exited his throat as he continued to scratch at the dirt.
Credit to Misery! [/html]