I won’t give up on this d r e a m , I will build m y s e l f
The haloed pup watched with interest as the group grew around her. The silver-slate brute piqued her interest the most and he seemed the most interested in her at the moment. The brujo’s head dipped kindly and then they were off. He nudged her off her rump and she rose up and trotted after him. Her legs were stiff from sitting but she eased them out quickly. Her young limbs allowed her to recover quickly, seeing as her pads had finally caked over—the pain only a dull ache. The strong scent flared in her nostrils as she crossed the border, but it soon became the constant. She wouldn’t notice it any longer, everything else would start to smell foreign to her.
Her paws crunched over soft grass, she relaxed slightly letting her paws sink deeper into the grassy arena. She couldn’t take this luxury for granted, and she smiled quietly. Her guard was still up and her ears perked up at the brutes voice, “Nova Prospekt, I want you to tell me everything. I want you to tell me about your parents, if you remember them, your siblings, if you had them and anything else you can remember that led to you being here today. A solider has no secrets from their commander.” She was surprised by his questions, but she didn’t question him for it. He reasoning seemed logical enough, more so than any reasons her previous elders had given her. Or really, a lack thereof… Her eyes drifted off into the woods, she stared for a second before coming back into reality like her onyx trainer.
Some part of Nova hoped that Marx would love her more so than her so called “father and mother”. She looked back into slate grey eyes, “I wouldn’t say I exactly had a traditional mother and father. I was raised under the Elder’s cautious eyes because I was the first wolf of our pack not to have the traditional coat colors and eyes.” Nova blinked self consciously, “All wolves are born with black and coppery-crimson eyes. And well, it was pretty obvious I’m not. I look like blood but have eyes of the night sky. My mother was put to trial and fought to the death for my life. Or rather gave it up for mine. They…” Her bloody haloed fur shuddered at the memory. Some say her coat, was permantently marked with the blood of her mother. She was marked, she was a demon to them. Nova quickly straightened herself up, her mother was her only weak spot. The rest of her was almost like a stone mirror, her copycat skills were immaculate.
“They made her fight for my life, though the only way for me to live was for her to die, but she couldn’t just let my father kill her, she had to fight him and he had to deem her fighting worthy of my life. They accused her of treason, of breeding with an outsider. They say she wanted to bring in new blood, but that was forbidden. Some say, she bred with a demon, who coated me with blood when I was conceived. But as you can see I have survived. They ignored me and if they actually bothered to talk around me I was never talked to. I was talked about.” She growled unconsciously, clearly bothered by these memories. There was no questioning why she craved attention, she never got any as a youngling. And now at 6 moons, all she wanted was that attention—good or bad.
“Marx, if I may ask, what made you want to take me in?”
*Nova Prospekt*~*Fealing*~*No Realtions*~*No Ties*~*No Home*~*Pup*~*Alesana*
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