History in the Making
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  • Setting: Early Afternoon
  • Location: Nomad camp at the base of the Northern Mountain
  • Form: ....PUPPY!


  • The day began as it always did, with a striking ray of light and a forceful nudge to greet the day. Twice now she had been forced to rise in this manner, and twice she had forced herself back down to sleep. It was too early... At least this was what she continued to tell herself. Just a few more minutes and she would be ready. Why could her caretaker not see this? But a final forceful nip to her scruff thwarted her continued attempts and with an irritable growl, she was made to rise and join the rest of the Exultare pups in training.

    X'yro was there of course, wide awake and scoffing with disapproval for how the young pup presented herself. Unkempt with shaggy mane, her eyes cornered with sleep and lumbering along in a stride that conveyed her dislike of being woken so early. The sibling's glances met for a moment before her brother looked away with disdain. She needn't ask why he would chose to look away from her, for she already knew. She did not look at all as she should have; a proud child of the family High Shepard. While her brother had strove hard to maintain this air of importance, the first born seemed content to squander this rite and act as though the path she was made to lead meant nothing. She was young, naive, truly a pup at heart as it should have been. Why act any different when it was not called for?

    But there was only so much of his disdain the female pup was willing to take before she dismissed the day's training all together. Without a word to her brother or caretaker, she wander off down the mountain path seeking something else to bide her time. Perhaps another family member... or some creature to harass. Just something to distract her from the responsibilities she was forced to recognize day after day.




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