Biography
I was born into rules. A lot of very strict rules. Some that were even punishable by death. I didn't choose this. If I had a choice, I wouldn't have. My name was Maverick, and I was Mothered by Delilah, and Sired by the Godfather, Mogotsi. Yes, it was true. I was born in the Mafia. The Maveerno Family, specifically. The House of Fire. I remember being pushed, rather harshly, before my ears and eyes were even open. Sometimes, I could feel the vibration of my mother growling when things got too rough. I believe they did this to test my strength. Perhaps that's part of my problem today, and the problem that would probably be a weight upon me for the rest of my life.
Growing up, it didn't get better. You'd think that with having a powerful Father, that my life would be great. Everyone would respect me, and I could have anything. But that wasn't the case at all. No one wanted to be my friend. They feared my family. And even if someone could look past my family, we were hawked over, our every move being watched, which was also quite uncomfortable for others as well. I couldn't do anything or have anyone of my own. I stayed in my room, multiple hours, reading scripts and stories. I imagined how my life could have been different.
I went through very strict training, starting at a young age. Our Major, Harou, was extremely stern, and I'm pretty sure he hated me. His beady black eyes, striking through his fawn red face, staring into my soul as he yelled orders into my ringing ears. Every day, his pounding voice would scare the shit out of me, especially when I knew it was my time to see him. He was abusive as well. At every turn, I got jabbed with a worn down, sharpened staff, or pounced on with piercing claws into my back everytime I did something wrong. It caused me to flinch a lot. I longed to see this wolf suffer.
There were obstacles, hunting challenges, even fighting to death with our own Pack members, to find out our worth. Rarely was I thrown into the ring though. My Father had to save my ass multiple times. Being the Godfather's Son, I was next in line to inherit the Maveerno Name and Business. I was a disgrace in my Father's eyes though. I could see the fire that dwelled in him, every time he looked at me. He wanted another son, but after multiple litters of females, he gave up.
By Juvenile state, I had so many insecurities. I had nervous ticks and twitches, mostly in my eyes. Anything and anyone could make me nervous, and would cause my eyes to feel as if they were fluttering. I didn't enjoy being around others. I didn't like to go to gatherings, or anything that involved being with someone else. I tried to seclude myself, the best I could. However, it didn't always work when my father handed me multiple daily tasks. I was obligated and I hated it. I did anything I could to escape, go to my room, stroll the woods, something that involved less beings. It was clear that I didn't want to be here, nor take on this lifestyle, but I had to.
Day by day, I trudged through my tragic life, head tilted toward the ground, slouched back and tucked tail. I wanted differences in my life. Since I wasn't one for brute force, a lot of my jobs required dealing with the "Good Stuff," as they called it. Toads, Mushrooms and Peyotes. I never did them myself, but I hauled them around, and distributed them with, Orbit, who was assigned to protect me while I was out. Although, I think he was also there to keep an eye on me and what I did. He wasn't that great of a guy, but he wasn't too bad. I preferred him over a lot of others.
Besides Orbit, and the wolves I had to deal with, I didn't really talk to anyone or even really do anything. I did my jobs and went to meetings. I was tired of it. I didn't even understand what they were saying most of the time. I would, unconsciously, zone out, and end up not hearing anything. I don't know what it was about me, but I couldn't listen, or pay attention, for long periods of time. And I couldn't take any of it anymore. I was done.
Then, one day, it happened. Another fierce Pack, The Black Howlers, started Raiding our territory. So many wolves were fighting. It was hard to tell who was who. So, I made my escape in the chaos, and the fire that was caused by my father's magic, bringing some supplies with me. Dodging friend and foe, any blockage in the way, to make it to the edge of the territory. And I heard it. The heart dropping, booming voice of Harou screaming my name as loud as he could. Stupidly, I turned around.
"What the hell are you doing, Maverick? Get your ass back here, and fight, you pussy!"
"I can't, I have to go. I can't stay here anymore!"
"You need to fight for your family, you stupid Runt!" He darted towards me.
Breeding Info
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2. At that point, a wolf from the other pack rushed at me as well. I looked at the enemy, and turned back to Harou and closed my eyes, as I cowered. When I looked up, the foe wolf made a direct B-line towards Harou, and was savagely going at his throat. He seemed almost possessed. I shook out of the rigamortis I was in from fear, and I turned and ran.
As I ran, the death of Harou ran through my head.
"Did I really just do that? I just let him die."
I kept running though.
"Why did the other wolf looked possessed?"
I couldn't go back. Especially now.
I ran for miles. As I ran, I noticed a faint, purple glow surrounding me. Kind of like an aura. I didn't stop though. I kept running until there was no familiar scent. Then, out of breath, I lied down and made sure everything was safe. I had stolen some of the "Goodies" my father had stashed away. With this, I was hoping to make and build a new life. Trade some for food, labor, and protection.
It started out rough. I feared to talked to a lot of stragglers walking by, but I had to. Some were very snippy, and some were willing to listen. With the ones who were willing, I started to ask of small time stuff, like trading for searching for things, and small foods, and promises of something good for the future for everyone involved, and their families. The more trust I had, the more they would be willing to reach for the same goals.
Within a few weeks, I was able to establish a good start to my own pack. I had my protection, I had some wolves to do my bidding, and my own hunters. I kept and traded stashes of my own Goodies, and I had almost everything I needed to be a well organized and powerful pack. All I really needed was numbers.
Within a few months, I had my numbers as well. I had wolves who finally looked up to me, who respected me. Who actually liked me and was willing to risk themselves for me.
Preferences
3. The purple Aura was slightly more bold by this time. The more I had, the stronger it seemed to get. I decided to explore this, and thought back to the wolf who killed Harou.
"I wonder if that had anything to do with me..."
I couldn't really think of what it could be, so I brushed it off. It kept striking my curiosity though.
We had a good life set up within the Pack I started. We had good hunters to supply for the pack, we had training for Pups and Juveniles for their proper strengths, wants and needs. We even had a fight ring with Battles. Only for the ones who wanted to fight, unless they were being punished. For those who chose the fight, if the battle ended in death, the dead wolf's family would be given a fair share to start something new. No, it may not have been "Perfectly Peaceful" but it was perfect and peaceful to me.
While gaining up to this, the purple Aura started floating around me.
At the age of 3 Years old, I was able to accomplish all of this. To be able to rule myself. And I did it all without physical strength. My strength was my intelligence. It may have not been anyone else's definition of intelligence, but it got me there, with a nicely structured colony of wolves, blending together as one.
Of course, nothing lasts forever. While walking on the outskirts of our property, I caught a familiar scent. It was Orbit. I try to turn, and go back towards my den. As I start trotting back towards the colony, I heard some leaves rustling behind some trees. I stopped and looked, ears back, but I saw nothing and started to walk again.
As I turned my back, Orbit jumped out from behind the trees, and tackled me to the ground. I struggled to push him off, but he had me pinned.
"What are you doing here, Orbit?" I growled at him.
"I am here to bring you back to your Pack, where you belong."
Special Skills
4. "This is my Pack, and this is where I belong now." I said.
"You need to come home. It's about your father..."
The look of concern flooded my face. "What's going on?"
He backed off, to let me stand.
"Mogotsi is dead. About a Month after the raid, they raided again. He was not nearly recovered, nor ready, for what hit us. The Black Howlers raided has taken over our home. We need to go back and fight..."
He started to observe me.
"What is that purple glow around you?" He squinted his eyes.
"I don't know. It happened as I left."
"It's like your father's."
"Huh?"
"Don't you see?" Orbit started to get excited. "This means you are ready."
"Ready for what?" I said confused.
"To be Alpha. You're dad had inherited a red glow when he became Alpha. The glow meant he had power. The power of fire. Him dying must have triggered you to inherit powers to be the Alpha of the Maveerno Family."
"Uhhh... I don't know. I haven't had fire come from my paws or mouth recently. Hell, I haven't even had fire shoot out of my ass after eating a pepper."
Orbit chuckled, "No, it doesn't work that way. You actually have to try and focus on what your doing. You'll have to practice."
"Alright, but let me show you something." I started walking towards the colony.
I took Orbit around and gave him a grand tour of everything I was able to build. Not only that, but the peace and harmony I was also able to create. He looked amazed, and I started to actually feel what accomplishment was. I felt proud of everything I worked on, and was happy with everyone there.
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