11-23-2007, 02:46 AM
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It was her nature, her common ideal, that as an Omega and a leader, she was required to take care of her pack just as she would her own family. That meant commonly patrolling her borders, combing them for any signs of danger or for any new comers who might have been searching for a 127.0.0.1. the Great Mother caught the scent, strange and yet somewhat familiar, as she walked the borders, her steps short and quick as per the normal for her. Knowing that she had a significant number of brothers left out, there six in total, her mind regularly visited them, wondering what they might be doing, what they might have made of their lives.
From her only sister, Alarice, the Great Mother had learned the names of her two younger brothers, Laurent- the carbon copy of her father Harley, who had been lost as a young puppy- and then Tristan, the boy would had grown as large as their father, with eyes the color of cold steel. Alarice, like the Great Mother, had taken after their mother with her vibrant, beautiful coloration. Her older brother Kalina, now the oldest of their brood, had also taken on their mother's amber coloration, but his eyes gleamed cold gold. Jinx had been like Mercido, solid black and burly with striking green eyes. Jinx' twin brother Hex had been a mixture of Desoto's golden orange and Harley's mottled black and brown. His eyes had also been green. A rainbow of children had been born from the two mates who had come together in love, had remained faithful and together in love, and who had raised their children in love. Harley, the romantic wayward son of a Canadian-French clan of wolves, had wandered into Awenasa, the tribe of Desoto Kali. His French words and his sappy, adorable ways had won over the heart of the half blooded beauty. By the end of their first year of mateship, they had been blessed with a large litter of puppies.
Tragedy waited few months, leaving the poor children to believe their parents perished in a bear attack. Years passed, the children had grown up. Two years after watching their children run away, Desoto Kali gave birth of her final three children. the Great Mother repeated the litany of her family in her head, wondering still where her other siblings were. Mercido was buried in the yard of the 127.0.0.1 he had used, his claws removed from his front paws as was the Awenasa tradition. the Great Mother had given them to his first born son Malachi. The other five brothers, the Great Mother had no knowledge of. Her bright green eye peered off in the distance, spotting a male figure in the distance. Approaching, she slowed her pace slightly. "Looking for someone?" She asked, her voice gentle, and yet authoritative. There was no question of her place in this pack, it had been her 127.0.0.1 for four years, and there was no replacement for it. "These lands are called the Mountain Pack, by the way." Maybe it would mean something to him. It certainly meant so much to her.