Post by Tourniquet on Apr 7, 2008 13:51:54 GMT -5
The ravens had begun calling earlier then normal as though some great feast were at hand among the flying vermin. The small pup took no notice of them and instead idled his time by absently play with a field mouse he had somehow, though not knowing it's strange squeaky language, made a sort of oddball friend with. You may wonder why this little one did not play with others of his race, his family never gave him second mind and he hated his stupid siblings, bunch of little whinny brats the lot.... well... except for glace.
This produced a heaved sigh from the small pup while his navy hued ears drooped a little in slight guilt of pairing his sister up with the rest of those little furry brats. Not even mother showed him kindness but he did not begrudge her for it would bring the dragga's rage upon him and more then naught he would never live to see his next summer. Though now he had grown bored and bid his mouse friend a tired farewell, with that the furball stood and trotted along back "Home." if that is what it could have been called.
Quietly passing through the swampy and unpleasantly dark forest, mud and grime seeping between his poor little paws and caking his fur dreadfully, he finally caught the scent of his own pack and kept up while spirits rose but were soon shot to the ground as though it never existed and was nothing more then a desperately needed dream of his own imagination... though any dream would have been far better then this that he had the unfortunates to call his family. "Hey there ya little runt, wandered off from your momma again?" came the sneering and hateful voice of his beta while the others round broke into spitefully laughter at the pup's expense, the pup remained utterly silent but loathed his beta as fiercely as many of the puntar loathed the crows and the ravens and, dare he say it, wolfbane.
"Get on you flat nosed ingrate." came a gruff voice followed by a swift smack on the hind quarters by a rough paw, the pup yelped and toppled over and groaned as he finally came to a painful stop, oh it was just his luck that he toppled over a hill by this point. Again he could hear the roaring laughter of his elders from atop the hill followed by their painful jeers "Awww the poor little babe fell!" one faked cooed in distress and got the others laughter to a hateful pitch and volume, several of them started bounding down after him and by that point his small puppy brain seized control and before he could think of anything more he was running, running from their jeers and their swats, running from their cruel eyes and laughter. But no matter how far he run he would always have to go back to them, the dragga punished runaway pups with so much worse then a smack on the hindquarters... he knew so... for he had SEEN it be done so many times before.
Becoming desperate with every pawfall onto the soft and muddy earth the pup finally dived into a muddy mole hole, softly groaning in distaste as he became covered with sticky wet mud and dead leaves. But he soon forgot to breathe as the other wolves began to sniff all around the wet marshy ground, he could hear their growls of annoyance at losing their plaything and watched with relief as they trotted off, yelling at each other for losing him and chasing off their fun. Big jerks, they always tormented the pups but he was a special case, being the runt and all, grumbling and gagging at the smell of his sticky wet fur he crawled out from the hole and silently made his way toward his mother's den where his own brood waited for him.
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"Tourniquet?... where have you been runt?" a she wolf growled softly as she spotted her smallest pup from the corner of her eye, she could hear almost all the other pups snicker at her disgrace of a pup. Grumbling she trotted over to him and gave a sharp whack to his head which of course caused a yelp of pain to be ripped from his little throat and made his siblings only laugh louder and harder at their brother's bad luck of being the runt. Grumbling quietly the poor pup walked off toward his annoying siblings, only one looking to him with a gaze of sadness instead of jeering hatred.
"Just ignore them Tourn." a small she wolf, named glace, spoke softly to her poor brother. All the siblings were odd in the manner of the the single colored stripes down their backs, Tourn himself had a navy stripe Glace's stripe was a very light blue, almost white. Silently the little pup pouted for a few moments before quietly grunting to his sister "I know i know.... but I wish they would stop making fun of me at least once.... s'not my fault I'm the runt." his sister sighed and gently licked him on the ear in slight pity.
It was then that two other siblings bounded up, their younger brother Diuleur, a deep brown dragga with a dark red stripe down his spine and Souffle, the youngest drappa with a rich black coat and an odd indigo stripe. Both of them snickered as they noticed the cuffed fur on Tourn's hind quarters "Black Wind give you another cuffing?" Diuleur teased with a laugh thus making the pup glare at him, Souffle just laughed at her brother's expense.
Before Tourn could even manage a growl in return their was a scalding voice from the back "Would you little runts just shut up?!" came the angry snarl of the much older pup in the back of the cave, twice the size of the other little pups and roughly 9 months old. Unlike his siblings h did not have the stripe down his back but instead the color seemed to spread from his spine to mask his body in blood stained fur, angry royal blues glaring at the much younger pups.
Will continue later
This produced a heaved sigh from the small pup while his navy hued ears drooped a little in slight guilt of pairing his sister up with the rest of those little furry brats. Not even mother showed him kindness but he did not begrudge her for it would bring the dragga's rage upon him and more then naught he would never live to see his next summer. Though now he had grown bored and bid his mouse friend a tired farewell, with that the furball stood and trotted along back "Home." if that is what it could have been called.
Quietly passing through the swampy and unpleasantly dark forest, mud and grime seeping between his poor little paws and caking his fur dreadfully, he finally caught the scent of his own pack and kept up while spirits rose but were soon shot to the ground as though it never existed and was nothing more then a desperately needed dream of his own imagination... though any dream would have been far better then this that he had the unfortunates to call his family. "Hey there ya little runt, wandered off from your momma again?" came the sneering and hateful voice of his beta while the others round broke into spitefully laughter at the pup's expense, the pup remained utterly silent but loathed his beta as fiercely as many of the puntar loathed the crows and the ravens and, dare he say it, wolfbane.
"Get on you flat nosed ingrate." came a gruff voice followed by a swift smack on the hind quarters by a rough paw, the pup yelped and toppled over and groaned as he finally came to a painful stop, oh it was just his luck that he toppled over a hill by this point. Again he could hear the roaring laughter of his elders from atop the hill followed by their painful jeers "Awww the poor little babe fell!" one faked cooed in distress and got the others laughter to a hateful pitch and volume, several of them started bounding down after him and by that point his small puppy brain seized control and before he could think of anything more he was running, running from their jeers and their swats, running from their cruel eyes and laughter. But no matter how far he run he would always have to go back to them, the dragga punished runaway pups with so much worse then a smack on the hindquarters... he knew so... for he had SEEN it be done so many times before.
Becoming desperate with every pawfall onto the soft and muddy earth the pup finally dived into a muddy mole hole, softly groaning in distaste as he became covered with sticky wet mud and dead leaves. But he soon forgot to breathe as the other wolves began to sniff all around the wet marshy ground, he could hear their growls of annoyance at losing their plaything and watched with relief as they trotted off, yelling at each other for losing him and chasing off their fun. Big jerks, they always tormented the pups but he was a special case, being the runt and all, grumbling and gagging at the smell of his sticky wet fur he crawled out from the hole and silently made his way toward his mother's den where his own brood waited for him.
~~~Time Lapse~~~
"Tourniquet?... where have you been runt?" a she wolf growled softly as she spotted her smallest pup from the corner of her eye, she could hear almost all the other pups snicker at her disgrace of a pup. Grumbling she trotted over to him and gave a sharp whack to his head which of course caused a yelp of pain to be ripped from his little throat and made his siblings only laugh louder and harder at their brother's bad luck of being the runt. Grumbling quietly the poor pup walked off toward his annoying siblings, only one looking to him with a gaze of sadness instead of jeering hatred.
"Just ignore them Tourn." a small she wolf, named glace, spoke softly to her poor brother. All the siblings were odd in the manner of the the single colored stripes down their backs, Tourn himself had a navy stripe Glace's stripe was a very light blue, almost white. Silently the little pup pouted for a few moments before quietly grunting to his sister "I know i know.... but I wish they would stop making fun of me at least once.... s'not my fault I'm the runt." his sister sighed and gently licked him on the ear in slight pity.
It was then that two other siblings bounded up, their younger brother Diuleur, a deep brown dragga with a dark red stripe down his spine and Souffle, the youngest drappa with a rich black coat and an odd indigo stripe. Both of them snickered as they noticed the cuffed fur on Tourn's hind quarters "Black Wind give you another cuffing?" Diuleur teased with a laugh thus making the pup glare at him, Souffle just laughed at her brother's expense.
Before Tourn could even manage a growl in return their was a scalding voice from the back "Would you little runts just shut up?!" came the angry snarl of the much older pup in the back of the cave, twice the size of the other little pups and roughly 9 months old. Unlike his siblings h did not have the stripe down his back but instead the color seemed to spread from his spine to mask his body in blood stained fur, angry royal blues glaring at the much younger pups.
Will continue later
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