30 March 2012
Part three.
Lygeia, sensing that now would be a good time to stop and rest, lifted her nose to the air. So much was awaiting them in this new territory...game, rivals, mates... It all mattered to her. She wanted the pups to have a better future than herself, than their father. He didn't get to live his life fully. And this plagued her.
Lygeia looked to the tired pack, the lightning illuminating their faces. They were all bone tired and beaten, each with a cut or scrape somewhere on their half-starved bodies. Was she a terrible leader? Should she step down to let someone like Sirif take control? No! Absolutely not! "We leave at dawn. All of you get some rest." she barked, narrowing her eyes at the many wolves that watched her. They were always watching...
As Lygeia padded away to find a place to sleep, Parzival decided to tend to the needs of the many injured wolves that were his packmates. He was the older of he and his brother, Clove. Old enough to start his own pack, should he want to. And he didn't. This bothered no one, though. Not Clove. Not Sirif. And definitely not Lygeia. As it seemed, Lygeia needed all the help she could possibly get. And that was only because she was falling apart. No, she wasn't dying, but she was slowly losing control to the point that, if she went on a rampage, someone would have to kill her. That someone could be Parzival. No, he can't kill his own mother! That...no. It wasn't an option for him. And it never will be. Parzival sighed and continued to patrol the new camp, checking for signs of any agitation or danger. The one thing they didn't need was an instant ambush. "Greetings, Parzival," he heard, turning his head in the direction of the speaker. "Hello, Shard." he returned to the pretty she-wolf that stood a few feet from him. She was beautiful, with her reddish coat and green eyes. It boggled his mind how she didn't already have a mate. Though, that wouldn't be able, seeing their current situation, now could it? All three of them-Lygeia, Clove, and Parzival-they all had a family trait. That trait was the color of their eyes. Parzival's eyes are a wicked blue, shocking someone enough until they were immobile. Clove had icy blue eyes, that somehow could capture a wolf with a glance. Then, Lygeia's eyes...they were a cool and steely grey. How could they all have eye colors that were more bizarre than the storm destroying Dark Hollow?
Parzival snapped back to reality as he noticed Shard gracefully walking towards him. "So where are we going, do you know? I assumed that your mother would tell you." she sniffed, twitching her long, fluffy tail from side to side. "She hasn't, and won't. I don't think asking her is a good idea." he said. "Especially since this storm is getting worse."
They would have to wait and pray.
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