01-31-2011, 05:39 AM
{{ooc: Exploring some of Vigi's history in-depth. Please do not close or archive, this will include more than one post! 1,483 words.}}
Though he had never been particularly close with his nieces and his nephew, the vigilante dog mutt cared for them deeply, if only because they had been born to his beloved sister. She was the only one that he felt true love for, a feeling that he knew she returned, though her love extended to many others, as well. He had never felt love for his parents, and he cared little for the Elders of their large pack. Though he cared deeply for the four puppies she had given birth to, he did not truly think that he could say that he loved them, either. Maybe that feeling would change over time, but he did not find it entirely likely. Though he did not enjoy their company nearly as much as he enjoyed his dear sister's, Vigilante did not mind spending time with her puppies. Perhaps they would grow to look up to him as a strong male figure in their life. Their father had never been a part of their lives, for the prophecy that indicated their birth would never allow for it. The one that was solely responsible for their care was their mother, but the dog mutt would do anything for her, anything, and that included helping her to raise te four children she had given birth to as she was instructed, not as she had wished or chosen. It was despicable, really, that he and his sister were forced to do things that they may not have chosen to do otherwise simply because a group of old dogs decided that their destiny required it. The male hardly believed in such a silly thing as destiny, though he would not admit this to Martyr, for he knew that she did. His beloved sister had always held a great deal of faith in everything that their parents and the Elders had told them. She was naive and foolish, perhaps, but he loved her and would not tell her this.
Each of the four children had begun to develop their own personalities, as all puppies did, and Vigilante had watched them from a small distance. They would never be close to him, nor he to them. Roschelle had become generous and caring, her personality mimicking many of the traits that he saw in Martyr, though he thought that she seemed quite a bit more stubborn and strong-willed than his sister ever was. He did not anticipate that she would ever allow herself to be bullied around by the crazy Elders that led their pack behind her grandparents, for Lyra and Valter were nothing but figures that the Elders stood behind and led through. She was clear-headed, even if she was stubborn, and Vigilante found that she would be pleasant to speak with when she was an adult. Pippa was loving and tender, even if she was quiet and easily led astray. She seemed to be willing to do anything that her siblings told her to do, and that did worry the dog mutt quite a bit, for she would easily be led on by the Elders when they began to focus on this litter of puppies. Lolita was different, far more different than her two sisters, and the righteous killer did not think she was entirely there. She complained often that she was not feeling right or that her body was missing parts when she was clearly fine. It was a mental issue, he was certain, and one that he hoped she would overcome with age. If not, he feared that she would face many problems later in life. If he could have known then what she would become later, perhaps he would have been even more concerned, and rightly so, for though he did not know it then, she would claim to be dead and would fall in love with her sister. Nothing could ever prepare him for that, though.
It was Pello that truly worried him, though he would scarcely mention it to Martyr for fear that she would be hurt by his unfortunate assessment of his nephew. The boy had been rough with his sisters and was often demanding, and even at only a few months of age, he had begun to display violent tendencies to both his mother and his uncle, as well as his three sisters and his grandparents, the only canines that were close to him, both with family relations and proximity. The Elders had instructed that the four puppies would be brought up separately from the pack, and though Martyr had done what she could to have them socialized with the rest of the pack's members, very few had wanted to be close to Pello. He had been given the same upbringing as his sisters, but something had gone wrong with him. Once, the vigilante dog had brought his nephew's behavior to his sister's attention, but she had not listened to what he had to say. "He is just a boy, Vigi. You can't expect him to behave perfectly." Though he loved his sister deeply, he felt that she was turning a blind eye to her only son's progressively worse behavior. She seemed to be incapable of realizing the terrible path her son was going down, though who could blame her? Her brother was a vigilante killer, and her son was showing the signs of becoming like the righteous killer's victims in mannerisms. The thought scared Vigilante, and he had not brought it up with her since the boy was only six months old.
Vigilante was not the only one to notice his nephew's increasingly worrying behavior. The Elders had taken notice of it, as well, and they called for the two prophetic siblings during the month before their third birthday. Martyr's children were only nine months old, but they had entered the adult ranks of the pack, and Pello's behavior had not ceased. In fact, it had grown worse, and they were not willing to wait any longer. It seemed that they had been entirely correct in who this long-standing prophecy had been spoken about, and the sister would live up to her namesake. The two siblings arrived, one stoic and hardened, the other full of warmth and love. Their parents had been left out of this decision and were thus barred from entering the large cave, and Martyr's children were not allowed anywhere in the vicinity. This conversation would only include the Elders and the siblings whom the initial prophecy had spoken of. "You are surely wondering why we called for you together, Vigilante, Martyr," spoke the oldest of the Elders, a dark-furred Malamute male called Roland. The pair of siblings acknowledged this with a nod, for they surely had been. It was the first time that they had been called together instead of seperately. There must have been a very important reason, but neither had been able to determine what it could have been, for their instructions in life had always been given seperately. They would soon know, though, and regret having come to the meeting.
Roland looked at the pair of them sadly, knowing that they would neither expect nor like what he was about to tell them. "These are grim times. I wish for you both to listen to what we have to say in its entirity before speaking," he began, and when they had both acknowledged their agreement to this condition, he conitnued. "As the overseers of this pack, we have noticed the alarming behavior of young Pello Haskel. He is not yet a year old, but we acknowledge him as an adult in this pack. We had been hoping to see a decrease in his behaviors, but we have not yet, and this worries us greatly. It is time for the second half of the prophecy to be fulfilled. Vigilante, you have done your part by ridding the world of filth and degenerates and those that deserve death for their misdeeds. Martyr, it is now your turn to fulfill your duties. To save your pack and your child, you will sacrifice yourself. It is spoken that your death will cease your son's wretched actions, for you will be giving your life to bring his sins upon yourself. Vigilante, it will be your duty to bring death to your sister for these reasons. It is to happen on your third birthday, and you will then explain to the pack the reasons for what you do. This is what was spoken of many years ago, and this is how it will be. You may both go." The Elders did not give them a chance to respond or argue, for they turned away from them and stood on all fours with their backs to them. This was to signify that the pair would have to leave now, for they were not being given the opportunity to say anything to the contrary.
Though he had never been particularly close with his nieces and his nephew, the vigilante dog mutt cared for them deeply, if only because they had been born to his beloved sister. She was the only one that he felt true love for, a feeling that he knew she returned, though her love extended to many others, as well. He had never felt love for his parents, and he cared little for the Elders of their large pack. Though he cared deeply for the four puppies she had given birth to, he did not truly think that he could say that he loved them, either. Maybe that feeling would change over time, but he did not find it entirely likely. Though he did not enjoy their company nearly as much as he enjoyed his dear sister's, Vigilante did not mind spending time with her puppies. Perhaps they would grow to look up to him as a strong male figure in their life. Their father had never been a part of their lives, for the prophecy that indicated their birth would never allow for it. The one that was solely responsible for their care was their mother, but the dog mutt would do anything for her, anything, and that included helping her to raise te four children she had given birth to as she was instructed, not as she had wished or chosen. It was despicable, really, that he and his sister were forced to do things that they may not have chosen to do otherwise simply because a group of old dogs decided that their destiny required it. The male hardly believed in such a silly thing as destiny, though he would not admit this to Martyr, for he knew that she did. His beloved sister had always held a great deal of faith in everything that their parents and the Elders had told them. She was naive and foolish, perhaps, but he loved her and would not tell her this.
Each of the four children had begun to develop their own personalities, as all puppies did, and Vigilante had watched them from a small distance. They would never be close to him, nor he to them. Roschelle had become generous and caring, her personality mimicking many of the traits that he saw in Martyr, though he thought that she seemed quite a bit more stubborn and strong-willed than his sister ever was. He did not anticipate that she would ever allow herself to be bullied around by the crazy Elders that led their pack behind her grandparents, for Lyra and Valter were nothing but figures that the Elders stood behind and led through. She was clear-headed, even if she was stubborn, and Vigilante found that she would be pleasant to speak with when she was an adult. Pippa was loving and tender, even if she was quiet and easily led astray. She seemed to be willing to do anything that her siblings told her to do, and that did worry the dog mutt quite a bit, for she would easily be led on by the Elders when they began to focus on this litter of puppies. Lolita was different, far more different than her two sisters, and the righteous killer did not think she was entirely there. She complained often that she was not feeling right or that her body was missing parts when she was clearly fine. It was a mental issue, he was certain, and one that he hoped she would overcome with age. If not, he feared that she would face many problems later in life. If he could have known then what she would become later, perhaps he would have been even more concerned, and rightly so, for though he did not know it then, she would claim to be dead and would fall in love with her sister. Nothing could ever prepare him for that, though.
It was Pello that truly worried him, though he would scarcely mention it to Martyr for fear that she would be hurt by his unfortunate assessment of his nephew. The boy had been rough with his sisters and was often demanding, and even at only a few months of age, he had begun to display violent tendencies to both his mother and his uncle, as well as his three sisters and his grandparents, the only canines that were close to him, both with family relations and proximity. The Elders had instructed that the four puppies would be brought up separately from the pack, and though Martyr had done what she could to have them socialized with the rest of the pack's members, very few had wanted to be close to Pello. He had been given the same upbringing as his sisters, but something had gone wrong with him. Once, the vigilante dog had brought his nephew's behavior to his sister's attention, but she had not listened to what he had to say. "He is just a boy, Vigi. You can't expect him to behave perfectly." Though he loved his sister deeply, he felt that she was turning a blind eye to her only son's progressively worse behavior. She seemed to be incapable of realizing the terrible path her son was going down, though who could blame her? Her brother was a vigilante killer, and her son was showing the signs of becoming like the righteous killer's victims in mannerisms. The thought scared Vigilante, and he had not brought it up with her since the boy was only six months old.
Vigilante was not the only one to notice his nephew's increasingly worrying behavior. The Elders had taken notice of it, as well, and they called for the two prophetic siblings during the month before their third birthday. Martyr's children were only nine months old, but they had entered the adult ranks of the pack, and Pello's behavior had not ceased. In fact, it had grown worse, and they were not willing to wait any longer. It seemed that they had been entirely correct in who this long-standing prophecy had been spoken about, and the sister would live up to her namesake. The two siblings arrived, one stoic and hardened, the other full of warmth and love. Their parents had been left out of this decision and were thus barred from entering the large cave, and Martyr's children were not allowed anywhere in the vicinity. This conversation would only include the Elders and the siblings whom the initial prophecy had spoken of. "You are surely wondering why we called for you together, Vigilante, Martyr," spoke the oldest of the Elders, a dark-furred Malamute male called Roland. The pair of siblings acknowledged this with a nod, for they surely had been. It was the first time that they had been called together instead of seperately. There must have been a very important reason, but neither had been able to determine what it could have been, for their instructions in life had always been given seperately. They would soon know, though, and regret having come to the meeting.
Roland looked at the pair of them sadly, knowing that they would neither expect nor like what he was about to tell them. "These are grim times. I wish for you both to listen to what we have to say in its entirity before speaking," he began, and when they had both acknowledged their agreement to this condition, he conitnued. "As the overseers of this pack, we have noticed the alarming behavior of young Pello Haskel. He is not yet a year old, but we acknowledge him as an adult in this pack. We had been hoping to see a decrease in his behaviors, but we have not yet, and this worries us greatly. It is time for the second half of the prophecy to be fulfilled. Vigilante, you have done your part by ridding the world of filth and degenerates and those that deserve death for their misdeeds. Martyr, it is now your turn to fulfill your duties. To save your pack and your child, you will sacrifice yourself. It is spoken that your death will cease your son's wretched actions, for you will be giving your life to bring his sins upon yourself. Vigilante, it will be your duty to bring death to your sister for these reasons. It is to happen on your third birthday, and you will then explain to the pack the reasons for what you do. This is what was spoken of many years ago, and this is how it will be. You may both go." The Elders did not give them a chance to respond or argue, for they turned away from them and stood on all fours with their backs to them. This was to signify that the pair would have to leave now, for they were not being given the opportunity to say anything to the contrary.