Family Ties [Jen/Leto/Whitey]

[Senta]

Senta
It had been just over a year since she had finally mated with Cannibal and given birth to not only his pups, but Venix’s as well. It had caused some problems between the two of them, not to mention given her the biggest fright of her life when he threatened to kill them. He never had, however, and she had five lively cannibals as offspring. Oh if only that silly alpha of Crosul knew about his progeny. Would he be horrified? Disturbed? Or would he try and take them from her? The thoughts had bothered her at first, the lovely Cannibal Queen, but she soon let them fade from her mind as the pups grew to be healthy, strong yearlings. If one looked at her, they would most certainly see the faintest hint of affection in her eyes, but it was always fleeting. The pups got on her nerves more often than their darling father did. They were still incapable of hunting for themselves, since they were still quite young, and that meant that she and her mate had to hunt for them. That in itself wasn’t that bad, but it was time consuming and she was slightly out of practice. For now, however, she lay in the shade of the oasis, the natural center of the pack. The pups were out learning from their father, she assumed. Except for one. He stayed behind and kept her company no matter how many times she spat at him to leave her alone. He was the only one, the femme thought, who showed any interest in his mother.

“Emyr,” she said slowly, weary of his presence. “Why did you not go with your father today? Learning to kill is the best thing for you at this point.” No immediate answer, of course. The silly youngling was probably making sure he wouldn’t incur her wrath with his words. He was so unlike her and Cannibal. Maybe this was the side of Venix that she didn’t get to see? It didn’t matter though. This pup was just as cold-blooded when it came to killing as the rest of them, though he went about it like Cannibal. A soft sigh was heard from the other wolf as the she-wolf thought about her children.







Emyr

She never really wanted them, Emyr knew that much. The cruel Alphess loved them in her own way, he guessed. But he had heard whispers that he, the youngest of the five, wasn’t truly Cannibal’s pup. He was also very hesitant about his oldest two siblings. They were the only two who were truly the pups of Cannibal. And if they wanted to, they could cause problems for him and the other two. More so for him since his mother chose him to succeed her after she becomes unable to serve as Alphess. Emyr, the youngest of the five, the one who was the odd ball, quiet and somewhat shy, was to be the next Brena’he Alpha. The very idea was overwhelming, but his parents were young. It would be a while yet before they relinquished their roles. Thank the gods above. He wasn’t nearly ready to take over.

“Why is it a problem that I stayed with you, Mother?”

[/color] he asked gently. “Is it wrong that I would like to spend time with you as well as Father?” His personality was the exact opposite of his mothers. Where she was brash and rude, he was quiet and respectful. Though he did have his moments if someone pushed him too far. Then his mother’s temper was quite noticeable. But for the most part he kept that under wraps. No one other than his siblings managed to rub him the wrong way, and then it wasn’t Rengin and Eirik. Apollo and Anevay were the main instigators of him losing his cool. And it wasn’t even so much their words as their presence. It was just another reminder that he wasn’t the legitimate heir to the position. Not that his mother cared. She chose him, for some reason, and the others were just going to have to deal with it.

Sighing again, the young wolf looked to the sky high above the oasis and smiled. The wind in the palm trees was relaxing and had a cooling effect on his hot body. The crimson markings on his back caused him some distress when he walked in the harsh sunlight that was everywhere in the desert. Another reason to resent the oldest pups. They inherited the light colours of their mother and father, while he inherited Venix’s deep colouration that was unsuited for the demanding desert. The smile faded to a snarl as he thought of the siblings he despised, causing his mother to look at him with a incredulous look. Shock crossed his features and he immediately fell silent and stared, unblinking, into the desert just outside of the oasis.[/blockquote]

[Anevay]

Almost as if she was in a painting, Anevay stepped out from the desert into the oasis. Her white hued body seemed to glow with the vibrate greens and browns of the oasis of the desert, Her back seemed to be laced with stains of blood, many would say it was hers but it was of another wolf that she had came in contact with on the pack lands, she was small but she knew how to fight, she of course was went to the training that her father held on a daily bases and now it was out and she had came across a rogue wolf that wandered onto her terf. She took a deep breath and then soon walked to where a small creek had made a small path threw the oasis.

She knelt down and lowered her maw to the water, she carefully place her face into the water, trying to rise her face of the blood that stained her white nose, she pushed her face threw the water and then threw her head up and shook the water from her face. She sent water droplets all over and her bangs flung around. They soon settled and covered her face again hiding most of the wounds that laced her face now. She sighed and just looked at the water as it rushed by. It reminded her of life, how fast things could just go and yet when you put something before it, the water would stop though it would soon go around the object and flow on again. She folded her ears back and then sighed some as she got to her feet and headed towards who knew where. She just began to walk almost in cirlces as if she were in a daze.

She finally sat down upon her white hanches and flicked her white ears slightly as she could hear the bird carring on above her. She turned her aqua eyes up at the burning sun and she snarled slightly, the damned sun was out and it needed to disappear, She may have had the pelt to keep cool but the balzing sun was a little bit much for the white female. She pinned her ears back and then laid down on the ground for a moment. She then got up and could hear her mother snapping at her brother Emyr. She smirked and then shook her pelt into place and then headed into the direction of the soundsd of her mother and younger brother. She steeped into the area of where they were at and a smirk ran across her face as she walkekd passed her brother. She snapped her jaws at him and then looked at her mother "He never goes to fighting classes, and if he does he just sits there and looks at us like we are crazed lunitics that have no sypathy for the weak and feble. But that is what he gets for being the reject of the family just like Rengin and Eirik. They dont belong here and eveyone knows it"

She looked at the brother that was nothing like her and apollo and snorted some as she took her spot next to her mother, it was some place that she felt at ease most of the time when mother wasnt on a killing bing and only had the thought of another's flesh in her mouth with their blood dripping from the ground and soiling the ground.

[apollo]

It was a shame really, to waste such a precious life on something as heartless as Apollo. He didn't deserve the life he was given, didn't deserve the family he had inadvertently acquired. His mother, he knew, deep down, hadn't wanted them and his father, who had only settled here because, well, to be honest, he didn't know. He had heard the story of how Cannibal had left his mother, only to return to her once more. It disgusted him. This concept of mating and love was something he had never been able to grasp a hold of. Perhaps it had something to do with his lack of humanity. It was a curse soon to be common among their family. Starting with himself. Cannibalism was only the beginning of the disease. Soon, it turned into the crazies, which was what Apollo had, and then who knew! Full out insanity? He was sure he wasn't the only one who suffered from the craziness. He knew Anevay had a touch of it but he wasn't so sure of anyone else, considering Rengin and Elrik were bastards anyway. He could give two shits what happened to them. Emyr? Considering her had some of his father's genes and had yet to really piss him off, he simply felt indifferent. Yes, his mother had appointed him Heir when she and his father past but he didn't plan on living here that long to be controlled by his little brother. Sooner or later, his curiosity for the taste of different wolf meat would draw him to further away lands. He would, of course, convince Anevay to follow with him but he wouldn't force her.

The bush beside him buzzed with the sounds of locus' and he allowed only an ear twitch to prove his irritation had being disturbed. He rather loved his white and blue coat. Mainly for the reflecting properties it provided him, allowing him to stretch luxuriously out on the sand, under the dying heat, and be at ease. Considering he had hunted recently, his fur was prestine in condition to even between his toes. After most of his hunts, the only way he could come out of his "zone" was to sit and thoroughly clean himself till not a single trace of blood was left. Call him OCD but it was the only way for his crazed mind to calm down. He even left Anevay to clean himself. But now, well fed, rested, and clean, his alarm clock reminded him that it was time to head home. The desert, though hot, was deadly once the sun went down. It wouldn't be the first time he almost froze to death and had to be saved by Cannibal who dragged his ass back to the oasis. The cover of the trees in the oasis worked as a green house, trapping heat till the sun return in the morning, enough heat, anyway, to keep them from freezing to death. It was something they were strictly told as soon as they were able to walk. Be home before sundown and it was something Apollo had learned the hard way.

He heaved himself up off the sand and headed in the direction of the den. Though not at all interested in settling down or even flirting with another of his own kind, he was still easy on the eyes. He had inherited his father's good looks and his strong structure, giving him the appearance of a warrior. Even his short tail, chewed off by Anevay when they were still pups, gave him the badboy look. But none of that he cared about. He was a heart stopping charmer and flirt when it came to it but it never meant anything. He only used it to acquire food for him and his sister. As soon as his father had taught him to hunt, he was off on his own, a natural Cannibal called him. Part of the reason Anevay hunted with him. She knew she could never loose if she hunted with him.

The scents and sounds of the oasis met his ears as he came up over the last rise and back down. Already, Anevay and Senta were getting into it, he could feel the tension crackling in the air. And, of course, Emyr was there, as though he ever left Senta's or Cannibal's sides anymore. As soon as he came within hearing distance of Anevay and Senta, he shot his sister a look. "Oh lay off, Ane." he said, giving her a look as he passed by all three, heading straight for the small spring that always housed cool and refreshing water. When he sated his thirst, he turned his attention to Emyr, as he always did, with his daily insult. "Are you going to sit there all day and wait for mother to shit so you can clean it up for her or are you finally going to get your balls back and go away?" He seated himself beside Senta and lowered himself to the ground till he was laying on his stomach, paws outstretched before him.

CANNIBAL

The sound of meat hitting sand sounded in all their ears and the scent of Cannibal hit them full force as though he had appeared out of thin air. "Lay off your brother." Cannibal snapped at Apollo, blue eyes glaring at his eldest son. "You could learn a thing or two from Emyr." The source of the meat was the haunches of a wolf, none that are important to name and fresh by the blood smears in the drag lines across the sands behind Cannibal. As per usual for him, his chest, face and front legs were splattered with dried, brown blood, a look that had come to make who Cannibal was. It was the way Senta had first found him and it was the way she had first realized she had a small fraction of feelings for him, whether she wanted to admit them or not. But, unlike Apollo, or Rengin who was particular about the way he looked as well, he didn't care how he looked. He was a killer, a cannibal and most of all, an Alpha. He dared anyone to say something against him.

He plopped himself onto the sand beside Anevay and Apollo, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. He had traveled deep in the sands today for this meal. He had been tracking this rogue through the desert for a few weeks now and had only just caught up with his fresh scent today. He had eaten the first half of the wolf as a prize to himself and brought the rest back for Senta, if she cared to share his meal. If not, it was up for grabs. Either way, he felt as though he wouldn't be able to eat for a week or more. "You weren't at training today, Anevay." he said, turning to his daughter.

Cannibal wasn't one to much care for anything, it was the way he had taught himself so he could survive on his own. But Anevay had woven herself around his heart, reminding him that she was his only daughter and he had found himself adoring his daughter, a killer much like himself, who even used his techniques. He couldn't be prouder. He tried not to show it but he was sure everyone knew it. Not that you could get him to admit it. "Neither were you, Emyr." He turned a harder look onto his youngest son.

Emyr was the only bastard child of Senta and Venix, who carried a partial of his genes, and, in that sense, felt a certain need to accept him as his own, where he felt no need to protect the spawn of Senta's who looked like Venix. Hell, he had threatened to slice open their little fucking throats when they had been born and let Anevay and Apollo nurse on their blood but it had become an empty threat when the thought that he now had the prodigy of his enemy. What better way to throw shit in his face then this way, raising Venix's children to become Cannibals. The thought had made him excited and had left the three bastard children alone. But he had come to accept Emyr, who seemed less inclined to hate him or Senta let alone see his other father. And because of that, he had taken and interest in him and agreed with Senta's decision to make him the soul heir of the Brena'he throne. "And don't get me started on you, Apollo." he said, turning his eyes on his eldest now, who merely looked away with a bored look.

He worried for his eldest son. Out of all of them, he seemed less sane. In fact, he had an itch that his son was slightly crazy, a trait he hated in cannibals. He had only shown interest in the actual hunt and feast of the art of cannibalism. Nothing more. He mastered the technique of charming and flirting but seemed to take no real seriousness in it. He was a monster, a demon, who's own heart had stopped long ago. Sometimes, he even feared Apollo. When he got into his hunting zone, Apollo was known to attack whoever fell into his sites, be it him or his siblings. And nothing could shake him till something laid dead at his feet. He had taken his training with Apollo slow since then, skirting around the actual hunt and more of the physical requirements. It was safer that way, safer for everyone.

[Senta]

Senta

“Keep your tongue still,”

[/b]the Alphess spat. “I know exactly where he has been all day. I am not incompetent, I can teach my son how to hunt and kill just as well as his father can.”[/color] The ordeal of dealing with the children each night was wearing on her patience. The pups couldn’t keep their mouths quiet for more than a few seconds before they went on insulting the others for mixed parentage. It was an almost unbearable noise and she had come very close to putting the pups in their place for good. Rolling her shoulders, the femme gazed at her only daughter and clacked her teeth.

“You would do well to remember your place, Anevay,” she continued in a calm voice. “I don’t care how close you and your father are. I will not hesitate to fix your attitude.”[/b] The arrival of Apollo made her snarl in his direction. The two oldest seemed to think they were some badass little wolves who had the run of the territory. She had heard the stories of their hunts together, but working in tandem had never impressed her. Until they could bring down a full grown male alone, Senta wouldn’t be proud of them. And even then the essa wouldn’t let them know how she really felt. It wasn’t for her to decide. If they wanted to stay and be her warriors, she wouldn’t stop them. Though with Apollo and the way he acted, it was likely that she would oust him before he became too much of a problem to their way of life. Shame they didn’t have more pack members like them, they would be a humbling influence on them if nothing else.

“You as well, Apollo,” [/b]she snarled. “You know damn well I will put you all in your place just like when you were young. I don’t give a shit how big you are now.” She was in no way sticking up for the young pup laying scant yards from her, he could fend for himself now, but it was pissing her off that they assumed that he had done nothing all day. She had given him lessons in her way of killing and, while not as powerful as Cannibals, they were still effective. She was more focused on the grace of the kill, rather than seducing the target until they were within range. Hers was a clinical art form. Hearing the dull thud of meat on sand, the ivory essa’s eyes turned away from the eldest of her children to her mate. For an instant there was a softening of the hard azure of her eyes, a flicker of true love for the strong male. She had only admitted it the one time, but her mate knew that it was true. Even now that their children were older and more annoying than he ever was.

“Welcome home, Cannibal,” she said calmly. “I assume the hunt went well, or else you wouldn’t be bringing me a peace offering.” Standing and moving away from the ring of her children Senta padded over to the carcass and sniffed it gingerly. Still fresh, she noticed and tore into it carefully. It wouldn’t do for the children to see how hungry she really was. She was not an insane cannibal, not like her family was. They put all of her and Cannibal’s spats to shame. But that was the past, and there was meat to consume. As she ate, she listened to the rest of what Cannibal was saying, though only half-heartedly. It didn’t concern her, so it was unimportant. If the bastard wanted to talk to her, he would. And until such a time, Senta would wait semi-patiently.

Once she finished, the Alphess backed off and sat back with her children, leaving the carcass to whomever decided to get up and claim it. She sat fairly close to her mate, letting the space between them hang open in case he wanted to lean up against her. But if he didn’t it was no skin off her nose. They had never been openly affectionate, even after they had mated. Then again, it had only been the two of them when she found out she was pregnant. So it wasn’t like they had anything to hide. Now that the pups were older and were paying attention to them, Senta had backed off quite a bit. The pair was an odd one to begin with, but they had survived their first year of being official mates. What more could they accomplish now?

Emyr

“Last time I checked, Anevay,”[/color] Emyr said, tension colouring his tone. “You are a bunch of crazed lunatics, so the staring is deserved. And as for the rejects, I doubt that I’m it.” [/color]He didn’t bother addressing his mother again, she had since moved on to other things and it was doubtful that she even cared to hear his answer. It was the circle of his day. Follow his mother around, trying to learn things from her, ending up answering tons of rhetorical questions and getting ridiculed for it. But when she did actually give him lessons, she was fairly gentle. Unless it was hunting lessons. Those she didn’t really hold back on. More often than not he was too sore to do much besides lay down in the sand. So when his siblings came crawling back to the oasis at night, it was irritating that he couldn’t do anything to defend himself physically.

“Shut the fuck up, Apollo,”[/b] he snarled. “Are you finally going to get yours back from Anevay? For a she-wolf, she’s got a pretty tight hold on them.” It was all he could do to keep himself laying in the sand, but he knew that he would get beat up fairly badly if he attempted to attack his older brother. The most he would be able to do is inflict superficial scratches on his flesh. It would take much more than what he knew to be able to take on his brother and actually win. But brains were something that the youngest pup had. If he couldn’t win with brawn, those were a close second. Turning his head sharply away from his siblings, Emyr looked at his adopted father who had just arrived. While he wasn’t his real father, the young male held some affection for the wolf that had helped to raise him. Even if the contempt he could sometimes feel made him uneasy. Cannibal had been a good father to him, so he saw no need to run off to the male who had helped create him.

“I was training with Mother again today, Father,” he said as he tried to regain his careful composure. “She is teaching me her way of hunting. Though I think I prefer your way, I believe it’s a good idea to know more than one way.” The oddly coloured pup, a perfect blend of his parents, smiled a faint smile at his father. It was good to be able to talk to at least one of his parents without them jumping down his throat. And Cannibal had always been the calmer of the two of his parents. Though he had his moments just like his mother did. It seemed like his oldest siblings had gotten the worst of his parents’ personalities. It was no wonder he couldn’t stand them, he himself being the complete opposite of both of his parents. Standing and, while wincing, shaking out his coat the youngest of the gathered padded to sit near his father in order to wait for his mother to be finished with the meat. He was hungry, but it wasn’t a pressing matter. They had managed to take down a small female earlier in the day, though it was barely enough to go between the two of them. The victim had been unusually small for her breed, so it was no more than a few mouthfuls between the two of them. And Senta had gotten the majority since she was the Alphess.

“I do apologize for not attending today’s lesson, Father,”[/color] Emyr continued, glancing in his direction. “I will make sure to attend tomorrow’s.”[/color] The young male was oddly respectful to both of his parents considering the rest of his sibling’s behaviour, especially towards their mother. He assumed it was because they had never seen her hunt and kill before, he being the only one who ever followed after her. If he could be said to have a favorite parent, it would be his mother simply because, while she tolerated his presence, she didn’t put up with any sort of excuse or bullshit. She pushed him until he nearly fainted from exhaustion on more than one occasion. And it had made him stronger! But his father had accepted him quicker than either Rengin or Eirik, so the need to respect him was stronger than it was for his own father. Emyr had never even met his own father, but had heard the stories that his mother had told him. A male with four tails and was coloured crimson, gold, and black. The alpha of Crosul who had already taken a mate when his mother met him. Such a male had no place in his heart! Though his own mother was the one who had instigated that pairing, he was sure that it was for a good reason. How wrong he was. But that was a story for another day.

When Senta backed off from the carcass, Emyr fell on what was left with a nearly ravenous hunger. He made sure not to make a fool of himself in front of his mother and father, and he couldn’t care less about what his siblings thought. They were just minor annoyances compared to the hell he went through with his mother’s training. And with food in front of him? He was going to defend that kill, even if he didn’t do it himself, until he was sated.

Finally full, he backed off and sat a good distance from his family. Since his mother and father were in the midst of the eldest two, the male wasn’t about to get too close. It would only lead to physical violence, and with the level of his soreness he wanted to avoid that at all costs. As he sat, he looked up at the darkening sky. Two of his siblings were still absent from the little family gathering which occurred every night. Though that was out of necessity, not any familial bond. Their parents made sure to warn them about the dangers of the nighttime desert. It got quite cold at night, and when they were younger it was harder for them to stay warm when they were alone. It wasn’t as bad now, but it was safer to stay in the oasis at night with Senta and Cannibal to protect them. Sighing softly, the heir lay himself down in the sand and gazed at his family.[/blockquote][/color]

[eirik]

Hunting lessons, fighting lessons, spats over which lessons were better... This was why he tended to avoid most of his siblings. Because they all couldn't just live together, they had to try to kill each other too. Apparently blood bonds don't count with cannibals.

Sighing briefly to himself, Eirik watched with a dry expression as his family devolved into the chaos it always was, and conveniently he had found the best hiding spot in one of the near by bushes, having abandoned his father's lesson earlier (because his elder siblings were just too much retard to deal with what could he say) and had loped back to the oasis to crawl into the shade away from the sun. Funnily enough, he had actually been there a bit earlier than his mother and Emyr, and it was just proof of his laziness that he chose not to move from the rather comfortable shade to join them, after all he was downwind from them, it's not like he had to be polite if they didn't know he was there. Neither was he all that excited by the haunch of wolf, because also unlike his family, he didn't starve himself for days while waiting for the next unwary traveler to enter the territory and be killed. He had stumbled upon a rotting carcass of a desert coyote, and had gladly eaten his fill which meant what was left of the coyote was now currently gone. That had been a day ago, he was still rather full so he felt no need to hurry and fight for the scraps once his siblings were finished.

He preferred wolf meat, but not to the point of starving himself. Oh well.

He supposed it was time to appear from his bush, after all, he'd be found eventually. With the sand sliding against against his belly, he crawled out of the yellow greenery into the fading light. Amazingly enough, with Venix's fur coloring it was quite easy to disappear in this light as he hand found, the red and gold his fur almost disappearing into colors of the fading sun.

"Considering how often you insult us rejects I'm starting to think you're jealous Anevay," Eirik stated lazily, shaking out his fur before trotting to the side and laying down near Emyr. Giving a quick yawn, he crossed his paws and laid his head down. Eirik flicked one of his tails, slightly jealous of his brother, Cannibals ways of doing things never seemed to fit him, he was brute strength after all, he was small and agility was his forte, from what he had seen of Senta his mother's way of hunting and fighting would suit him better. At least better than Cannibal's.

"Hello mother," Eirik greeted, giving another tail flick in Cannibal's direction as his greeting. There was no love lost between him and the Alpha male, the fact that he so obviously was one of Venix's pup had his life hanging on a thread, his training fights always seemed to take on a more dangerous edge, the Alpha male seeming to be always an inch away from ending his life. Which is really quite hard to defend against when the killer is the teacher. "Could I go with you tomorrow?"

Eirik twitched an ear in response to Apollo and Emyr's little spat, watching the pair briefly before snorting in Apollo's direction. He took neither side, and it was always amusing to watch them argue, but they both had issues, Apollo probably more so than Emyr, but whatever issue Apollo had mentally hardly made Eirik fear him, it simply made him cautious. To fear the mentally insane (or retarded as he liked to think in Apollo's case) meant fearing himself, and that would just be redundant.

"Apparently you're just as jealous as Anevay , Apollo," Eirik stated dryly to his elder brother, shifting his body briefly as he eased his relaxed muscles to tension in case his brother chose to take a dive at him, "Insulting the youngest, yes you certainly are the big bad male in the pack aren't you. Oh wait. There's six more of us."

Eirik gave another yawn and stretched himself, tails curling over his back before flopping back down in the sand, the picture of ease even as he readied himself from whatever Apollo might feel the need to do. He narrowed his red eyes, the only one out of his siblings to inherit them from Venix, though Emyr's eyes were a mix, and huffed. Like he said, he was cautious, not fearful, living with his family tended to make you learn to be ready to jump when insults start flying.

[Anevay]

Her blue and white ears flicked as she head the paws of another reaching the area. She snarled darkly but soon she relaxed when she seen her partner in crime her brother apollo. She snorted and then rolled her eyes and laid her head down on her paws "What fun is that? I mean i rarley get to see the bag of fur without someone to protect his ass" she hissed. It was true the male never left their mother's side it was sicking to be honest and it drove Anevay nuts. She could never sit down adn speak with her mother with out that flea bag right there under her stomach like a new born that was still suckling from its mothers tets. She growled and then watched him take the spot on the other side of their mother and heard him ask if he was going to sit there all day and wait for mother to shit so he could clean it up. Annie smirked and chuckled slightly as she got up and walkekd over to her brother and nudged her head into his head and then laid down next to him and laid her tail down next to her. It was true annie had chewed off the tail of her brother but it was out of love and care. She then heard the sound of her father and a dark snarl came out of her. He stuck up for the little shit just about as much as mother.

"But dad, it is just so easy, i mean look at him, he doesnt fit in at all and you know it"[/color] she snapped as she still laid by her brother. She knew that she was one of his favorites and wouldnt harm her if she got to close to stepping on toes. She sighed and then laid her head back down and groaned slightly. She was tired of them always sticking up for the brat. Her and Apollo should have been the rightful heirs to the throne but no the stupid brat emry would get the throne. She growled nad her fangs appeared as the thought began to make her angry. She heard her father say that she wasnt at training, she picked up her head and clicked her teeth "Got busy with something. A rogue wolf decided to step into our lands and i figured i could take care of it myself and i did. He is well scattered on the borders in peices"[/color] she smirked as she licked her paw slightly, it was still covere din blood but it was all right she would get it all sooner or later. She then listened as he went on to Emry and a devious smirk crossed her face. "No shit the little shit was up moms ass licking it clean for her"[/color]

Annie never got along with any of her siblings other then Apollo and even then they had little spats about things but always settled them like true warriors in a good old fight. She then heard her father say something about not getting started on apollo. She flicked her ears back and then sighed some as she laid her head back down on her blue dipped paws and close dher teal eyes for a moment. buyt it was short lived when the voice of Senta reached her ears. she looked at her mother and snorted, she didnt care what her mother said, ti ment nothing to her since she had chosen the brat to lead the pack when they die. She turned her head away and growled "Why should i? Your precious little Emry can stick up for himself he doesnt need his mommy to battle for him. Not like it matters, I dont mean anything to you or father anyways, not while Emry is around. And you did nothing to Apollo, you barely gave us milk, it all went to Emry. And Go ahead and fix my attitude Senta lets see who would come out on top"[/color] she hissed as the hairs along her back stood up and the female rose to her feet at the last part of her sentance. Her claws dug into the ground and her bangs hung over her right eye. Her whole body shook with adrenilen and then she watched as her mother changed.

She growled and then walked away from the group and laid upon a rather high rock and folded her ears back and snarled. She watched as Senta ripped into the carass of the wolf that Cannibal brought back. She just rolled her eyes and stayed upon her rock, she then heard Emyr speak and snorted. She had enough of the brat and he would get his as soon as everyone went to sleep. "Rather be a crazed lunitic then look like that wrecteched alpha of the crosual pack. At least i took on the look of my parents as did apollo so that should have made us heirs but no mother and father want you and father only wants you so he can rub it in the other males face. So piss off Emyr."[/color] she ran her claws over the rock making slight ingraves and she watched carefully as he attempted to suck up to her father. She growled and just rolled her eyes and sighed some as she got up and looked arorund, it was going to be night soon and annie wanted to go out and kill something but she knew that she shouldnt do to the cold. She looked back down at her family and snorted some, She hated them so much and it showed in area's. She laid back down and laid her head on her paws again. She seen Eirik come in and her anger just got even worse, she hated the other three of the liter, they were not her brother no matter what her parents tried to tell her. She turned her head and growled, she didnt want to get any more pissed then she already was, if it got worse she would probbaly kill them in their sleep.

[cannibal]

Cannibal had been cast from his pack at a young age, six moons before his first birthday. His own mother had looked down at him with disgrace, the love she had once felt for him completely gone. His father ignored him, pretended he didn't exist and his own siblings, mocked him, beat him up and shoved him away from them. It had been hard for him, at such a young age. He had left his small pack then, puppy feet too big for his body as he constantly tripped over everything, his ears pulled back in fear. It was impossible that the small pup had even survived. He took to savaging the kills of other, larger animals, even if they did chase him off and threaten to kill him. He had come close to brushing death many times, all because he had killed another pup in the pack and had taken a few bites. And since his cast out, he had taken a single bite of wolf meat.

It was hard but the young Cannibal soon flourished into a strong adolescent who was, once more, able to consume the flesh of his own kind. Now strong enough to pick off many of the smaller wolves, he quickly grew fat and strong on the meat of wolves. He was still a loner, still a cast out from his own species but he didn't care. He was quiet happy with his life arrangements. He could move where he wanted, kill and eat who he wanted, without the opinion of others. He had tried out a pack life, once, even pretending to eat prey meat. At his age, his hormones were going crazy and he couldn't resist the approach of a young female within the pack. It was his first attempt at love, an emotion he had learned to forget as a young pup. But it ended with disastrous results. Out hunting for wolf meat, he hadn't realized she had followed him and he ended up attacking and killing her.

He left the pack with a solemn vow; he would never join a pack again. He would never love anyone and he would never share his secret with anyone. As he gazed at the fighting around him, his vow came back to him, a knife piercing his very soul. As Senta bent down to eat the carcass he had brought him, he couldn't help but smile. How could he have broken his vow when the female he had mated was exactly like him? How could he have broken his vow from never telling anyone who he was be broken when the one he had fallen for was in fact, holding a secret just like his? He had begun to doubt the karma from breaking his vow when Senta had given birth, introducing five pups, two that were actually his. Finally, it had come back to bite him in the ass. The wolf that he had loved, had taken another lover. He hadn't been able to stand the treason and had threatened to slaughter them where they lay. He had gone to see Venix, to give a message to him to leave off Senta. But on his way there, he got to thinking. Having the offspring of his enemy, wasn't that bad. In fact, it was like a blessing. He could raise them as his own, teach them to be Cannibals and teach them to hate the rebels. Whether Venix cared or not, he would use his own blood against him.

Since then, he learned to live with Senta's decision, especially when his pups grew up and their wolf hunting skills were perfect. He couldn't ask for better children. The only thing he couldn't stand was the nights they spent together. He had enjoyed it when they had been small, still wobbly on their feet and newly out of the den. He enjoyed laying under the moon with his pups pressed up against him or Senta for warmth as they slept. Then, he could pretend it was a family, could pretend that his life was perfect. Senta had still looked at him with love and they had taken moments for themselves. But now? The peace and tranquility was ruined. The pups couldn't stand being in each others presence, couldn't stand who would rule them when he and Senta past. It almost made him wish Senta would take his offer to mating with her again, for a new group of pups. But, as much as they annoyed him with their bickering, he'd never trade them for anything.

He turned to Emyr when he spoke, perking up his ears when he mentioned training with Senta. He was not for or against which parent they learned from. His way was much more direct for those who couldn't wait and just a bit more fun. However, there was nothing wrong with the calculating and malicious way that Senta did her hunting. In fact, he loved the way she hunted. When they had first met, Cannibal had shown her a trick or two and since then, she had blossomed into her own skill. In fact, he was quiet proud that one of his pups took to Senta's way. "That's alright, Emyr." he told the youngest of his sons. "In fact, I would like you to train with your mother a bit more. She could teach you a thing or two."

When Anevay started bristling, he leaned over and nipped her ear, rather hard, "Knock it off, Anevay." he growled. "The more you two fight, the more you don't shut up. I, honestly, don't want to listen to it tonight." he stood up, brushing Senta's shoulder with his tail, inviting her to follow him. "I expect you at training tomorrow and then you can bitch all you want. In a few more months, you will be given the chance to leave or stay. Until then, you will deal with what you have and shut the fuck up." He glared at her before he trotted off, most likely to clean off and sleep outside the den like he did every other night.

APOLLO

Apollo kept his mouth shut, preferring to glare at everyone then inconvenience them with a reply. He hated Emyr and everyone knew it, so there was no point capitalizing on the fact. However, he did not hate his mother and annoying her with a snapping remark would only make matters worse. Altogether, not answering anyone with a witty or nasty reply was his safe route. Instead, he moved out his mother's way when she went for the carcass, uninterested in food after today's adventures. "Where are Rengin and Elrik?" He asked Emyr, his eyes narrowed.

When you looked at the pack as a whole, there were three separate groups; Cannibal and Senta, obviously, then himself and Anevay and then Rengin, Elrik and Emyr, whether they wanted to be in that grouping or not. At least, that's the group Apollo put them in. So when he couldn't find one of the others, he asked the one who was there and this time, it was Emyr. "Gone to run off with your real father?" he asked. It was his secret desire for one of them to run off to their blood pack so he could chase them down and rip their still bleeding hearts from their chest. It was months till they could chose to leave or not and until then, Apollo kept a close eye on them. Once it was time for them to leave or not, he would loose his chance to try and kill one of them. "That's okay, because they I would get the chance to kill them both." He said with a grin, licking his lips as he did so.

"Oh, and, by the way, I rather don't mind if Anevay has my balls. I don't need them. Besides, at least I have someone else on my side besides mother and father. You might want to watch what you do around here, Emyr." he threatened. "There's no one to watch your back when I choose to bite into it." he smirked.

When Eirik appeared beside Emyr, crawling out from beneath a bush not far off, Apollo narrowed his eyes. "Nice of you to crawl out of your hole to join us, brother." He hissed, the nub of his tail lashing angrily. Just who he wanted to hang out with. He would much rather stalk off and be alone, even Anevay was beginning to irritate him with her continuous snarky remarks and snappy comments.

((GAH! I had like, six options of what I wanted to do with Apollo and I chose this one -.- Sucks like MAJOR. I would be okay if you choose to ignore Apollo >.>))

[Senta]

I have a strong desire to respond to this again. But. looks like that shit will never happen. :\