11-28-2007, 11:45 AM
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What stressed Phoenix out the most was that he wanted to be a hands-on leader, who knew everyone and everything about his pack. A good Omega knew all that stuff, right? He wanted to be there for everyone and do everything for them, otherwise he would fail the unwanted mantle that had been put on his shoulders. That was Phoenix’s greatest fear, failure—a side effect from his youth, when failure, or even the slightest mistake, meant death. But he was mature enough to know that the effect of his failure in this role wouldn’t cost him his life. Just the lives of everybody else, if the screw-up was monumental enough. Juggling relations with the Land of Wuffluvers and trying to honor his friendship with Skoll had been one such high-stake moment, though Phoenix hoped the worst of that issue was behind him. The first time he had seen Hamlet, he was surprised by the odd little hybrid that called himself the Omega male of a coyote pack. This encounter was no less of a shock, but for different reasons. Hamlet hadn’t exactly been awe-inspiring the first time they’d met, but this time he looked downright half dead. “Hey… you a’right?” Phoenix asked as he took a few steps into the other’s den, concern tinting his voice. Should he care so much about his counterpart though? Iskata had told him not to expect much, but Phoenix was an optimistic creature by nature and he wanted to see Hamlet as family, as hard up as he had once been for it. And Phoenix cared about his family. |