The one I fell in love with regenerated many times and she had many names but the one that remains prominent is Liamu. She was everything to me, even if our lives where never easy. She was a nanny and guardian to a princess and I a Warrior but that never stopped us.
I am now deemed an Omega by the pack leader; lady Estelle_Tasartir. I have yet to meet the other members but I am traveling with Ahneka and they seem to accept her as well. Well, the Alpha has accepted us at any rate.
After all this time, have I come upon another pack I might refer to as home? Only time can tell.
Lyropth's Story. Version - 4.0
I was born with two younger siblings; Rea and Airav. Rea and I where born close together while Airav came about later. Our parents where both warriors for different causes. The rest of what I know I discovered from many sources and I found most of the information overlapped so I am rather making assumptions about them.
My mother, Ladylena(I) was a cross; part mountain wolf part plains wolf. She was on the run from the kingdom of her birth when she happened across our father, Jovoc, on the battlefield. They took to each other (she under the guise that she was a nurse tricked Jovoc into helping her). He took fondly to her, my mother, being an opportunist, went with it. She was taken into Kayllenah's royal guard and welcomed. Jovoc was the head warrior--the General, if you will--and was fairly older then our mother. He was often gone so she took to learning about the Guards, particularly a you male her own age, his name was Lyropth(whom I am named after as far as I can remember). She was a good lover however and would not betray Jovoc's trust, she'd had enough liars turn on her so she would not do such to another. She became well known throughout the kingdom, fairly popular particularly with the staff of Kayllenah's castle. She was a simple warrior (though only her close friends knew) and shes would act accordingly. She took to looking out for the town's young, opening one of the first nurseries to our people.
Our father, was feared by the people - staff and all. If he came around there was trouble, and someone was probably going to pay for it. He was one of little tolerance and a strong rule. He would frequent home as often as he could. He was dead set on having a child to leave his place to, as in Kayllenah's kingdom you where born to your rank. Aristocrats, Warriors, Guards, and Plebian folk and so on, if your parents where those that was what you where. This presented a problem; My mother had appeared as a nurse, not a Warrior. She was from far away, Kayllenah made an exception rule; outsiders would take the rank of their courted mate.
They say my mother could have been happy there, I might have grown to be a Warrior in the highest ranks of our people had not the war broken out.
My sister, brother and I where young when it broke out, too young to be affected. They where turning mom's(this word feels strange to say at my age) nurseries into training camps for young Warriors. She was fully aware of the cost of war and how few of them might return, and it tore at her heart. Jovoc asked her what a nurse would know of war? And was adamant that we be sent to such a place when we came of age. This is the time, I am told, she revealed what my name was to be. Her temper was just as wild and uncontrollable as his own, and she would not be pushed around. Jovoc and she fought, and that night was not only with words. She was trained in both styles of fighting and bested him but would not kill him. She took us into hiding with her. No one was to be left behind. The people protected her, to her distraught they wanted to put together a rebel group--for her! She had escaped so her children would not have to be caught up in battle. Angrily she left with the three of us. She wasn't violent by nature but had been to a training camp as a pup, and loathed it.
The first weeks of my life where spent with my mother on the run, as soon as I could carry myself on my paws I was encouraged to walk. I learned fast, I had to. My mother started to teach me manners - how to behave like a gentleman. I often put myself on guard duty when mom was so tired she had to sleep. My sister and brother where far too young to do much and I wasn't big enough to carry one of them. All too often mother would have to leave us hidden to hunt, most of that time was spent sleeping.
It was us that a young wolf happened upon, I smelled a strange scent, it was like mom but, not at the same moment. I rose and peeked out to be confronted by a large snout. Immediately I reacted, like any pup; I yelped and made a whole fuss. Mother was not far off and she leapt from the brush, her fangs bared and her eyes ablaze as I had never seen before and have few since. She tackled him her fangs around his throat, pinning him. Abruptly she drew back.
Lyropth? What are you doing here?" I remember this particularly because I was dearly confused.
"Mommy?" I inquired looking up at her.
The other wolf looked up at her, his eyes wide.
He might have been a good father to us, we may never know.
Rea was old enough to walk and play close to his arrival, the newcomer (I shall call him that to prevent confusion) was often sent out to hunt as our mother tended to us and taught us all that our little brains could handle. Airav, regrettably, was too young to remember any of it. But Rea and I took to her lessons, particularly because most of them where stories. I've long since forgotten them as more then half of my time was spent impatiently waiting to be allowed to play. Rea was more attentive, she was always more intense then I was.
It was close to this time that we where caught. This event would shape our lives more then many other events listed because before that time, on the road with our mother, was the only family I would know as a pup.
Our father caught up to us. I assume he killed the newcomer because I'd seen not hide nor hair of him but, I will never forget the first sight of my father.
He had his soldiers set our little valley ablaze with fire. He strode forth like a demon, his features twisted in a snarl and his yellow eyes dark with hate. His muzzle thick with blood.
Ladylena(I) could have run and gotten away probably, she was crafty and cunning but she would not leave us. She refused to abandon her family.
As I peered out I watched them fight, he refused to let anther aid him. I cannot say much for my father, but, what honor he knew was upheld. I watched in terror and morbid amazement. This was about the time when my brother was starting to understand the world around him. He and Rea stayed curled up together at the back of the small den mother had dug just for us, I was more curious. Mother often told me I was the oldest so I had to look out for my siblings.
At the time, I had no real comprehension of death. I didn't understand why mom didn't get back up and keep up the fight. She was my mother, she couldn't die! She was the good force in the story and they never lost! That was my reasoning, at any rate.
Our father, bleeding and weak stuck his nose in the den. Suffice to say he would regret that. I snarled and lunged, my tiny fangs latched to his muzzle and my claws dug into his face (being part mountain wolf, my claws are retractable) I scratched but never changed my grip - what I had just watched mother do.
He pulled back and whipped his head around, I only lasted a few seconds. I was tossed a fair distance but was quick to my feet to charge again. Rea and Airav stayed silent, I was the oldest, this was my job! The loose skin on my neck was quickly grabbed by a soldier as he held me up. I remember quite clearly, it was pride that shown in my father's eyes at that moment as he watched me fight to free myself. Rea and Airav struggled but Rea was smarter then to try such a foolish move as I and Airav was too young to understand much.
Rea and I where put into the training camps as soon as we arrived, as she and I where close in age we where permitted to train together. I would not see my brother again for many years to come. I remember clearly how they told us of honor and the art of war, there was something about it that just thrilled me. The idea of dying for honor was not such a horrible thing. They drilled us an taught us much. Rea was who stayed clear headed about all of it. She even made a contact, a lad by name of 'Tak'. He was not so interested in honor or the battlefield, he wanted to freelance. He is primarily who told us about our mother, how she was the strongest of them all and all of those sort of rumors. I was doubtful.
Shortly thereafter, our father died from the extent of his injuries, they'd kept him alive for a long time but he wasn't strong enough. Rea and I hardly knew him anyway.
It was on a clear night that she shattered my thoughts of the glory of battle. We'd often asked about our mother, I hadn't believed she was dead at the time. Even if I had witnessed it, I had thought she was sleeping. Often I resented her for falling asleep while we where taken away! It was then she told me what I'd been afraid to accept for all of those long years.
* * * * *
Brother, Tak brings news of our mother." She was somber and aloof but that was usual for Rea, she had refused the name Lycantheropa, as I had refused Violent Spirit (it was corny to my youthful mind and still I find it to be a silly name).
I had turned to look at her, excited and slightly angrily. "What? Has she done sleeping? Is she ready to find-
She's dead you fool!" Rea hissed angrily, her petite muzzle curling in a snarl as her brow furrowed.
It hit me like a physical blow; It was unreal. She couldn't be dead!
I snorted, "Tak's an idiot-
No more then you." Rea snapped, "Our daddy dearest apparently killed her. What honor was there in that? Stay here if you must but Tak and I are leaving." She told me before stalking away angrily. "Later we'll talk."
* * * * *
I sat there watching her pad to the camp. I was the oldest, I should look after them... mom had said that over and over again. I bound my feelings and pushed them away from me, if anyone from the camp caught me crying I would be beaten. I'd seen it happen. I'd been beaten once before, and it had been a thrashing I hadn't forgotten. Or forgiven.
Much later on that night Rea, Tak and I talked in secret. The next time the moon was dark we would head for the mountains. Tak had connections from a friend he'd met through his parents from a pack there and they had agreed to take us in.
I'd asked Rea how this would be different when Tak wasn't around. She informed me she would never join another pack, all they seemed to do was fight anyway. She had never intended on joining Tak, he was just someone she could convince to help. Three heads are better then two. She was only looking out for the two of us, there was no way we could break our youngest brother out. In part because we barely remembered him and we weren't sure he was still alive. So we set off, easily slipping past the guards (a past time of many of our peers made a game of). What we failed to realize was that our father was in fact still alive, the rumor had been spread to make everyone think he was. And he noticed when the two of us failed to show. Tak was a plains wolf so he was expected to run.
The three of us existed as a sort of pack, we hunted what we could which wasn't much but we got by. It was when we'd reached a little ways that Tak started on about the pack he'd arranged for us. It felt like he was trying to endear us to this idea, I would travel with Rea as long as she'd allow. And she told him shortly that she would rather die then join a pack. This caused Tak much distress, he told us how outsiders where often caught and murdered!
I would rather be murdered then commit such an act!" I remember Rea's words clearly as she and I watched Tak leave. He told us we'd be sorry. I would have attacked but he was too fast for me to catch, I would have tried given the chance. Rea was by no means a peaceful soul, nor restful, she just resented the idea of conforming to any command other then her own. Selfish perhaps but it was fine with me, where where only teenager at the time, and young ones at that.
Maybe if we'd kept our mouths shut a little longer things would have come out differently. Perhaps, better.
Rea and I had caught sight of them long before Tak came running back to us panic stricken and apologizing. He had turned us into the Kingdom! He came back seeking forgiveness, our anger could wait. The three of us raced through the forest, me in the lead mostly because as my legs where the longest I was faster then Rea and Tak dared not to overtake me. When I came upon the ravine I merely leapt, projecting myself into the air without a thought in my head as I sailed across and fell in a graceless, rolling mass on the other edge. I had barely made it and I was larger then either Tak or Rea. Tak bounded across after me Rea, who's mind was faster then either of ours', came to a halt right at the edge.
We urged her to jump, not understanding the finer points of momentum. She doubled back and ran for it when who should limp forth but our crippled father! His eyes dark with hate that caused his blind action drove him to run after her.
She made the leap!
He was right on her tail!
He grabbed her hind leg and tore her down, failing to realize he too would now plunge.
They vanished into the water.
I don't really remember much after that. I couldn't believe it - couldn't accept it. Tak scampered away. To do what I hardly cared.
My rage flared and I darted after Tak who was already tired from his run to us. I hunted him down and pinned him. I could have taken his life my fangs where above his throat but I couldn't. The problem was, I didn't blame him, entirely. I blamed myself. I should have been able to protect her - or help her at least. I should have been able to stop my father from murdering my mother. I released Tak and would not see him for a long time.
It was then I was approached by a crow, she looked normal save that her eyes where a deep grey, and sharper then any other bird I'd ever encountered before. She was a guardian, a shape shifting being that takes on charges, it is said they search for only those of great destinies. I have since learned otherwise. She asked why I'd let him go, I'd replied it would have been a wasted effort. She was looking for a trainee, a warrior to train to be strong. I had no idea what this entailed but I had nothing else to do so I agreed.
I discovered this meant nothing save she would appear on occasion and give guidance, she would never physically act to help me, I often wondered why. I soon came to the conclusion she couldn't. I lost faith in magic long ago - it couldn't exist.
And soon, my life would be altered beyond my wildest imaginings.
I was given free range to wander, any pack I came across I strictly avoided, I didn't care about them. They never saw me and rarely did they ever know I was ever there. I was young and resented the world, anger fueled much of my brawls with other loners. They often longed to belong to a pack as they had been chased out or abandoned. I thought them fools and they would take offense, I was trained to fight, most of them had come from a pack rather then a kingdom. I was bested a few times but more often then not won. I didn't kill them, at first. Then as I ran across more, I started. Particularly, the ones who spoke well of Kayllenah. This distressed Wild gravely as she often tried to discipline me. My mother's lessons of kindness faded. Kindness? What foppery! I had been non-aggressive for too long, it was time to take action. If I had no one I cared about then I would have no one to loose. I was bitter and kept it inside only releasing it in a flurry of rage at any opponent who dared cross me.
This is not the proudest stage of my life but, I'll tell it as well as I can remember.
It was only when Wild evoked a change in me would I understand. It was s if she lit me on fire; every cell on my body was writhing in agony. I was physically changed; and I felt every moment of it.
My scars became more visible, a hick grey bone-like mask formed on my face fixing it in a grimace, similar grey tendrils formed on my neck back and legs, then I felt my form grow larger and my claws turn to deadly talons. My eyes became sharp like a bird's and bore the look of a serpent.
Wild now informed me of my task; I was strong and young a good asset but I was twisted, I needed to join a pack and learn to live among them. I felt different. No less angry but I felt a clarity of mind I'd never had before; I was able to think back to my mother and the time spent with my family. I remember the rain fell hard on me but I could not cry. I lost the ability to cry, my tear ducts no longer produce extra fluid to spare for tears. A pack? Not like this...
Self pity swept over me, and a strong feeling of disgust, I thought on what I had done. I was young, strong and stupid.
Just as I had expected, there wasn't a pack around that would trust a brute such as myself in their packs. I was driven from many lands. I wasn't even fully grown and I towered over the Alpha of most of the packs I met.
Then, a few years later as I reached my older teenage years I came across a small pack of what referred to themselves as a 'Warrior Pack'. I was welcomed to the land by an older fellow by name of Xzero, he wasn't the Alpha but the Beta.
The Alpha was an old gray wolf who was blind and had a robotic paw, how he acquired either of these I to this day do not know. His guardian must have had technical skills which, Wild either refused to use or didn't know how to.
Raven seemed to take me in, he encouraged me to do better then I was. He taught me blind acceptance, he never picked on a member nor needed to raise his voice. He had a charisma about him that amazed me, his skills where remarkable when he fought. I had been unsure and awkward when I'd come but I'd remained polite and restrained. Raven always struck me that he was looking out for me, there where weaker ones and stronger one of the pack but he kept after me. Much like a father. He was the one who first said I should be Secretary of the pack shortly after I joined! I told him I was unsure of my competence in such a position, I did not run around trying to collect votes. Power and position mattered little to me. I had joined with a younger bloke, Cosmo, who Xzero favored over me. He was far more suited to the role as he was younger, enthusiastic and very social. I was neither enthusiastic or social, I stood back, Raven tried to endear me to the pack but Cosmo won. Rightfully so. I had not earned such a rank. I think that I might have unwittingly encouraged him all the more because of that. I was given the rank of Warrior and life went on.
I was given permission to wander as I pleased, in and out of the territory, often, Cosmo and I (after discovering a common interest in exploring) took off on our own adventures. Occasionally, Raven and I would take such adventures but Cosmo and I goofed around a lot more then I did with Raven. I learned from Raven, he often frustrated me when I gave it my best as he told me it was just 'okay'. That, of course, only encouraged me to train all the harder. Which, I suspect, was why my best efforts where only ever 'okay'.
Though, more often then not, I would take to the road myself. I loved exploring. The best years of my life where spent in the wild and on the run. It was how I knew to live my life.
One particular adventure would eventually change my world in a way it never had been before.
It was a warm summer's eve that I first met her. I had fled from the other animals around because I was uncomfortable around such crowds. She noticed that I had left and followed me out of curiosity. It was after a while I confronted her, the large striped cat informed me she was curious, her named was Tiki. I'd been the most interesting one there apparently. We didn't get to chat for very long before we where attacked by what she later told me where 'demons'. I helped her but we where forced to run. She lead the way to discover in her care was a young wolf named Tyrah, apparently Tiki worked for a mistress, Reina, who was from another world and apparently, these demons wanted to kill them all. Some power struggle or something.
I helped them get away, and I figured that was to be the end of it.
Then I met a lass by the name of Teary_Kaiser, TK for short. She was a nice girl, a bit younger then myself. I fear I mixed her up with the wrong type. I was trying to avoid being attacked by another pack when I stumbled onto her. Quickly I urged her to run and we hid. It wasn't very long before she told me she loved me. I was puzzled, and lost and confused. I told her I wasn't interested and fled. Apparently she followed me.
I met her friend shortly after meeting her too. WowieWowie50, Carol for short. She and I took on a rather interesting journey. I don't remember any exact detail except she told me she loved me too.
Cosmo helped me avoid them. This was about the time I stopped believing in such a stupid thing as love, if it was so easily given what worth could it have? About this time Cosmo's sister, Sharah and I started hanging out as partners-in-crime. We had the same opinion abut love so we drove both girls away and they forgot me and continued being friends.
It was on yet another occasion I found myself to encounter Tiki again, she was the nursemaid for the rulers of the world from whence they had come. She introduced me to a young shewolf who's name was Xartou, I think. Then she introduced me to Zonarit, who's name will remain with me forever. I fear I was terribly rude to him. I had been welcomed to accompany them when Zonarit appeared to take over Xartou's mind and speak through her. I angrily challenged him, I didn't understand magic, and I didn't believe in it and if it did exist apparently, it wasn't very good at all. I challenged him and was quickly corrected by Tiki. She never lost her temper with me. She just shook her head in a 'you silly fool' sort of way. She and I became very good friends.
Though attentive with other adventures I often returned to my pack, I learned quickly and trained hard. Enough so that the Guard Commander stepped down and Raven moved me into his place! Surprised I was, but I did not let it go to my head. It just meant I had more responsibility, as I loved my pack I embraced it. I helped welcome many a member, and tried to be friends with everyone in the pack. No pup was less important then another, it was just Raven and Xzero's guidance that I needed every now and again.
Then there was Vera, she was a pup when she joined and her full name escapes me as her guardian quickly got rid of her and replaced her with Tekorami. Now, must admit I was always sort of unsure about her. If I helped I was yelled at, if I said m'lady(as is my habit) I was a jerk. It was as if she was always trying to prove how tough she was. I don't remember much fun being involved but she was a loyal friend. And I can't fault her for that. She was always sad, something was always wrong. She could have been a strong wolf had she not worked on being distressed all the time.
By this time, in the PLU Tekorami was not regarded specially, I think Raven and Xzero doubted her loyalty. In fact, I know Raven did because he trusted me enough to speak to me about it. He had his doubts about her. To be honest, I wasn't sure. I'd reasoned the reason to become a Warrior was to protect, and how could you protect when you where so angry? I had learned that lesson so I hoped Tekorami would too. She didn't. And she left the pack but kept in touch.
The next time I ran into Tiki she was to be different then I'd ever seen her before. I remember it clearly because she was no longer a tiger or cat like creature. Instead, she was a Griffon. Now, you should realize we had many, many, many adventures previously but I couldn't hope to remember them all. She informed me she had to be given a new form to trick the demons. As she remembered me and our adventures I saw no reason to doubt her.
We spent more and more time together. But it was different then my other relations with females, Sharah and I where fun-loving trouble makers, and I tried to be friends with Tekorami because I thought she needed it. With Tiki, or Dir as she called herself in her new form there was something more. She had had a troubled past plagued with more misery then even my own. And yet, she was poised and elegant and always ready to smile. She, nothing short of entranced me. Apparently she too felt this. She welcomed me to meet her large adopted family. The next time we would meet would mark the best change in my life.
This was around the time Raven was needed by his former pack, he told me he was going to leave. Distraught, I asked him for how long would he be gone? It wasn't forever was it? He chuckled and informed me his old pack wanted him back and that, he would still visit whilst there. But he would return to lead PLU when he could. Then he informed me I was to take his place while he was gone! I dreaded that. And Alpha needs to do things for the better of the pack; no single wolf is more important to the pack, Xzero tried to help me. He didn't seem to resent me for out-ranking him. I never treated him as if he was of lower rank.
Cosmo had a tough bought of luck at this time, he'd fallen in love and she'd ditched him. Sharah and I did all we could to cheer him up, he was just plain depressed. Her name was Fox or something. He never had any luck with the female sort. They always ended up leaving him until he met a wonderful lass who died shortly thereafter. I couldn't understand his desperation to find love. I certainly wasn't interested in it! At the time. She had skipped my mind at the time.
Raven returned with bad news (I was thrilled to be Guard Commander again - I fear I'm not Alpha material) that his old Alpha, Lone, was joining the ranks of our enemies. You see, PLU was created to train Warriors to fight off a tyrannical pack (though gang may be more appropriate) referred to as ILoC. Apparently, we where on our own now. That didn't stop any of us, it only encouraged us all the more.
It was to my delight that Tiki (Dir) when she came to join was now a white mutant wolf named Liamu. She joined the pack but she didn't know how long she would stay with them. I could only ask her to try, and she left as she had said from the get go. Raven had told me he'd thought as much, I had to resist the urge to snap at him. She had other responsibilities she had to attend to. And to be honest, she could have shown up as a flamingo and I'd of been thrilled that she was there but, as the pack is strictly wolves, she rather had to be a wolf to join.
It was on our next meeting we courted, Liamu was my only and I was hers. She and Reina welcomed me to the family. We didn't really take much time to settle before we had our firstborn, a beautiful daughter, Kaomih. I remember watching mother and daughter play, I did not often join though they tried dearly to interest me. I was too afraid I might accidently hurt one of them.
It was near that time that Cosmo and Sharah became less and less frequent. Tekorami became more and more present. I tried to be nice to her, despite her many nasty comments and condescending remarks I let them roll off my shoulder so to speak. I reckon she figured I was too dumb to notice. I never really knew of her past but she and Liamu did not get along and Kaomih flat out hated her. I would find out why later.
Liamu and I had our second child shortly after, and little Rickanan was born. He was as cuddly as you could hope a puppy to be. Of course it was rarely ever easy for us as a family. I was constantly called off to fight and attend to my pack. Liamu understood and never pressured me to leave. She was perfect about it as she was everything. I often wish I could go back and leave the pack, and spent more time with her.
When I came upon the scene I knew there was trouble. The scent of blood was in the air as Kaomih and I came upon a demon and Rickanan. And Liamu. Her coat drenched in gore. Most of it her own. Ricky was far too young to fight and watched in utter horror, Kao, however was an apt Warrior. We arrived just in time to watch Liamu be killed with a swipe from the demon's claw. Kaomih and I killed it. With heavy hearts I took Ricky and Kaomih, being a mature adult could handle herself. She was very close to her mother, and I knew nothing I could do would help.
This is around the time Tikorami told me she loved me. This was surprising, for one I didn't know she could love, for two I'd just lost Liamu!! I was far from interested in anyone else! Especially someone so oppositely tempered to my dear, lovely Liamu. Kaomih was the one who drove her away and I hear Tekorami shortly killed herself there after. I felt bad but, it would have been cruel to both of us to pretend we cared about each other any stronger then; I felt bad for her.
About this time PLU started to fall apart, it was, to say; the beginning of the end. Raven, weary as his age caught up to him and his senses started to fail him promoted Xzero to the rank of Alpha. The pack started to feel less and less like a pack and more like a training camp. Particularly when a bloke I'll refer to as 'Spirit' came. He was ex-military and felt that was the proper way to handle things. Xzero, who I felt was never really meant to lead, tried and took to this approach. Gone was the friendly atmosphere of before.
But on the upside, I discovered I had a granddaughter. That makes you feel old no matter how old you are but, it isn't a bitter; ugh, I'm old. It's wow, how did I stumble around and manage to make it to this? Deyia. She was lovely from how long I knew her. My daughter took after my melancholy nature but she was always very warm with her brother and with myself. Her daughter was more like Liamu; sweet tempered, understanding and just happy.
My son grew up and grew bitter. And after what we found, I can't blame him. We where traveling together and we came across the bodies of Kaomih and Deyia. Rickanan left my side and choose a path of darkness, he hates me to this day and has yet to forgive my incompetence.
I don't blame him.
Raven started loosing his mind which was hard for me, I tried to stay and tend but I was supposed to become a fighting machine, the very thing Wild had trained me against. Xzero soon gave up and promoted Spirit to lead us. Most of the members left in search of better grounds. I stayed until there where only a few of us. And I had no idea who the other two where. With a heavy heart, I left. I don't know if Raven ever noticed I was gone, but I hear he recovered and I heard from him.
I returned to the pack at his request. What awaited me?
What else?
It was to be the PLU's last stand, I fought among them until we where pushed to the edge of the territory, right to the rocky seafront. I don't recall exactly what happened as I was thrown from the side.
After that I vaguely remember a pack called the 'Lupes of the Great Mahina'. But Wild said I wouldn't remember anything because she did not wish me to.
Now I have come upon the Gossamer Pack, they seem nice enough. And I met up with my brother, Airav. He is very different then myself, his temper was never dealt with. He has a lovely mate, Melissa_Bark and several children. I think Naidrua is the boy's name but their fitst born's name is after our mother, she even looks like out mother, Ladylena the Second. She joined me to be taught the ways of a Warrior, I think she will make a fine Warrior someday. She acts as if she is a daughter of mine rather then Airav's child. They have never gotten a long and I fear they never will. But I hope they do work themselves out.
On my travels I have met another Warrior, chance of all chances. Her name is Butterbaby626 but she goes by Butter. I enjoy her company, she is refreshing from many of the youths I deal with all too often. Apparently, she became a Warrior while helping to raise her family, a noble reason. I think we shall be good friends.
I was assigned by Wild to keep watch over our newest member of the ever-growing family; Ahneka. She is from the planet of which I may not speak. I really do adore her (in an avuncular - or like an uncle/fatherly affection), she has a good heart, (erm, hearts) strong morals but in a very non-commanding way. She doesn't preach what she believes, instead she abides by her own set of morals. Together we have joined a young pack; the Gossamar Pack. The Alpha, Estelle, at first gave me the impression of an inexperienced leader making me uneasy about joining - what with Ahneka being and alien and all. But, I do respect my new found Alpha, she isn't over-baring nor bossy. I said inexperience before but I believe the term "unconventional" fits better. They are a small pack but I have always held more compassion for the underdogs. I do care about the pack - even though I have yet to meet all of the members. I think this will be a good environment for me to leave Ahneka in when the time comes. I am getting older and it is an undeniable fact that death now makes his approach.
I only wish I could find Rickanan, my dear son, and make it up to him. But, with the pack, I fear I shall die before I see my son again. If you happen to come upon him stranger, please, do tell him... no. If you breathe a word of me to him he may just attack you. I shall ask no such burdon of anyone.
Likes and Loathes
Loathes
-Idiots
-Theives
-"Pacifists"
-Cowards
-Braggets
-Rudeness
-Crowds
Likes
-Family
-Friends
-Adventures
-Being able to Defend
-Solitude
-Adopts/Pitures
-Reading
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