08-05-2018, 03:28 PM
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pack above all.
that is what she was raised to believe. pack above blood. pack above friends. pack above yourself. she could recall being a pup and reciting those words, sitting in the dark of the night with the other young. "pack. pack. pack." she could remember the training, the beatings, the sparring. she could remember running until her paw pads bled and working until she fainted from exhaustion, all in the name of the pack. it was torture, it was brainwashing, it was training.
pack above all.
that was all she knew. it was ingrained in her dna, to put the many before the one, before herself. they were her people, they were her world. the sun rose and set with them, she had never known anything beyond them. beyond the small, studious eyes and the smell of pine and dirt. as far as she knew, there was nothing beyond the borders but enemy.
pack above all.
at least, until pack decides you are not pack anymore. pack above all until pack tells you to go, until pack says a mistake cannot be forgiven. she'd dedicated her life to the pack. she could remember her loyalty ceremony, when the alpha looked down at her and said she was strong, she could make a good successor. she could remember the mate she'd been assigned, remember the look on kovu's face as she was exiled. he said nothing, just stared at her like a stranger. she was glad she'd never made the mistake of loving him, because contrary to what he said, he didn't love her. he put the pack above her.
mingan above all.
that was who she was now. one paw in front of the other as she approached the border, stopping stiffly in front of it, the dark furred wolf stared forward, features devoid of emotion as she waited, counting the seconds for future reference. one, two, three... she kept going, kept counting. not moving, stiff and stoic, noting the numbers as they passed. if they'd have her, she wanted to make sure that the next person she found at the border didn't wait any longer than she had. it was that sharp, calculating nature that had nearly made her the next alpha.
typhoon above all.
the thought was odd, sort of foreign, but she figured she could get used to it with time.
pack above all.
that is what she was raised to believe. pack above blood. pack above friends. pack above yourself. she could recall being a pup and reciting those words, sitting in the dark of the night with the other young. "pack. pack. pack." she could remember the training, the beatings, the sparring. she could remember running until her paw pads bled and working until she fainted from exhaustion, all in the name of the pack. it was torture, it was brainwashing, it was training.
pack above all.
that was all she knew. it was ingrained in her dna, to put the many before the one, before herself. they were her people, they were her world. the sun rose and set with them, she had never known anything beyond them. beyond the small, studious eyes and the smell of pine and dirt. as far as she knew, there was nothing beyond the borders but enemy.
pack above all.
at least, until pack decides you are not pack anymore. pack above all until pack tells you to go, until pack says a mistake cannot be forgiven. she'd dedicated her life to the pack. she could remember her loyalty ceremony, when the alpha looked down at her and said she was strong, she could make a good successor. she could remember the mate she'd been assigned, remember the look on kovu's face as she was exiled. he said nothing, just stared at her like a stranger. she was glad she'd never made the mistake of loving him, because contrary to what he said, he didn't love her. he put the pack above her.
mingan above all.
that was who she was now. one paw in front of the other as she approached the border, stopping stiffly in front of it, the dark furred wolf stared forward, features devoid of emotion as she waited, counting the seconds for future reference. one, two, three... she kept going, kept counting. not moving, stiff and stoic, noting the numbers as they passed. if they'd have her, she wanted to make sure that the next person she found at the border didn't wait any longer than she had. it was that sharp, calculating nature that had nearly made her the next alpha.
typhoon above all.
the thought was odd, sort of foreign, but she figured she could get used to it with time.