cruel clutches of destiny

Vigilante Haskel · 01-02-2012, 06:37 PM

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For Finn! Set at Moonstone Lakes, dusk. 512 words.

The ruins of the tiny village surrounded him, bearing down on the dog King like stone and wood monsters. Vigilante was not entirely comfortable with the old remnants of human life, and despite the years he had spent in Cour des Miracles, even during his time as King, he could not shake the feeling of wrong that plagued him whenever he was around human relics. Back in the pack lands, it was not so terrible, as he was accustomed to the buildings there. Time had given him the ability to feel comfortable with the buildings within the Miracles territory, but he felt out of place when he found himself in other old human settlements. That would probably never change, he knew, and he accepted that. One could not teach an old dog new tricks, right?

Oh, but the dog King had learned many new tricks since he had first come to the area. He had learned to love and to be a mate and father. He had found a few that he considered friends; he had thought of Anann earlier as he passed by her pack's borders, skirting them without interest, not desiring to learn of them today. He was not feeling particularly social or diplomatic today, which was another reason for his absence from the pack that day. The former killer had learned to be a leader, depended upon by many, and he enjoyed it, mostly. These were all things he had learned since he had come to Cour des Miracles from Kaktowik; everything was so different, and so, he noticed, was he.

Being away from the territory gave him some time to think about the ways he had changed, of course, and also about the things he missed. He would not trade his family for anything. Ayita and their children meant the world to him. However true that was, though, he knew that the life of the Court was not exactly befitting to him. The throne came with stipulations. He had been forced to become a more social canine and he was faced with the concerns he had about the pack's viability at the moment. Their numbers were dwindling, and he worried that this winter might be as violent and unforgiving as the last one was. If that were to happen... He did not think that the pack would survive it. Shaking his head, he quieted that thought.

The secui dog mutt growled quietly, the rumbling hardly leaving his chest, as he stood rigidly and studied a particularly demolished old building. What had happened here? The loss of humans to the world was hardly a bad thing. From all hew knew, they were better off without them. But now, with the canines taking over what the humans had... Perhaps this destruction, the desolate state the human remnants were left in, was what laid in store for the canines. It was a sickening thought, but it was one that he found himself repeating in his mind. This is what we will come to. This is what will happen to us next.

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