When I was born I was under the promise that I would serve my pack at whatever cost. I was born not to be a bundle of joy to Mother and Father. I was born for my soul to belong to Iromar. Other pups were born because they would be cherished and loved. Others were born because it was as nature demanded of such things between a male and female wolf. I was not born out of love. I was not born to carry on any sort of noble bloodline. I was not wanted. I was just used to sedate my Mothers’ imprint. Yet he didn’t want me either. He was not around. It hurts to know that I was not wanted and I was brought into the world as a useless and wasteful creature. That is why I try so hard, so very, very hard, to become something. I want to be valued for once. I want to be seen as a wolf that was worthy to live. Is that so hard to ask?
As a wolf of Iromar it is my duty to do all that I can for their benefit. I need to solidify this alliance between or packs. I had done it before with Tesseract and I am sure I can do it again with Eden. Yet I notice how he seems to continue to dodge the issue. If he is not interested then I’d rather him not waste my time and actually say something rather than keep me in the dark. I have been kept in the dark before and I despise it. I do not like being kept away from others or things. I like to be involved. I think I will be wanted if I know everything that is going on. In order to know I must seek out. Even though Eden is showing me his land I must learn all that I can about it and about him. I must do my job no matter what.
As we move along the beach I quickly earn the ability to be mobile. The sand is different from the swamps, but in a way it is similar. One must be quick-footed here as in the swamps. While we walk I cannot help but notice the odd creature walking along the sands with its big claws. While Eden gets closer to it I follow watching it with fascination. I watch how he moves his paw, swatting it so it turns towards him. One russet ear twitches when I hear the claw clamp shut and open again as it scurries along after him clearly displeased. He bats it and again it flails its claws chasing him. I notice how he looks at me and I happily follow after the crab.
Mother taught me that all prey is weak and all prey must die. I was not trained to play. I was trained to kill. Already I have notice its weakness. One russet paw slams into the creature and I manage to roll it on its back with a snarl I bear my teeth at it dodging my muzzle from its claws. I swat the crab again, much harder causing it to roll around and fall on his back once more and I follow after it. With a low growl I slam my teeth into the bigger claw and hear a satisfying sound of it breaking. Her muzzle would move to its lower half as she slammed her teeth into it again, this time picking up and dropping it to the ground, the crab unable to move anymore. Puzzled I sniff at it and take a bite of the meat, chewing on it slowly before swallowing.
“It does not taste bad…would you like some?”
This is his land this is his prey and it is not my place to eat it all. I press my paw at the side of the crab and gently nudge it in his direction looking up at him. He had ordered me to try it and I did. I do not play. I do not know fun. It isn’t what I do. I kill. That is what Mother wanted from me. Weakness is not allowed. Not many would understand such things. Mother told me that not many wolves appreciate the killing of their own kind, but she told me it was necessary. I have yet to do such a thing. I don’t think I ever could. I know Mother says I will, that I was born to do so, to be a Monster, but…I don’t think I will be like her. I have done far too many good things and I don’t want to taint it. As he speaks of creatures that live within the ocean that are of massive size I stare at him giving him an easy smile.
“That is quite amazing to think there are creatures as large and as strange.”