Brave New World [Angilye Pups]

[Pharaoh]

It was early, and though the light of the morning sun was slowly creeping up over the horizon, it had not yet reached the inner tunnels of the On-aldirr Crevice. It was the perfect place for the pups of Descai to start their lives, but it was not surprising that they were restless. They had yet to leave and explore their father's pack territory, and the first journey out of the darkness was led by the largest of the litter, the white prince Pharaoh. He was tired of waiting around to be led out of the den by their mother, who seemed to be dragging her feet, so today he had decided to head out on his own. The young male lifted his head slowly, yawning softly and stretching out his paws in front of him. It was not uncommon for his brothers to lay together, so this morning found him curled up next to his sister not too far away from their mother. With another slow stretch of his back legs, the prince pushed himself to his feet and looked down at his sister.

For now he would let her sleep, but as he watched her, he could not help but smile. He loved his siblings, even at such a young age. They were his family, and he knew that they were the future of their father's pack. The twins, not actually twins, were nearly inseparable, but he had still managed to at least somewhat bond with them. He glanced over at the two similar looking males for a moment before sighing softly and turning away from the little family. Today was a new day, and a new opportunity. It took him a little while to wander his way through the cavern and out into the open, but by the time he reached the big wide world, the sun had illuminated most of the island. He did not know this, of course, but he could see everything around him and the brightness made him narrow his eyes and blink uncomfortably.

It took him a few minutes to adjust to his new surroundings, but unfortunately, he was not given enough time to figure out where he was and what was around him. A noise in the nearby bushes made him jump, his tail arching instinctively over his back and his ears perking in the direction of the noise and movement. A soft puppy growl rumbled in his throat as he crouched, stalking slowly towards the bush and the source of the sound. Sure, it probably was not the smartest idea in the world, but he was young and naive and would learn eventually. It took him only about a minute to reach the bush, and with a ferocious snarl - at least he thought so - he leaped blindly into the leaves and came crashing down on the intruder. He hit soft fur, and an even softer belly. But there was a mild hardness to it that could only be described as a youth that was probably a bit too skinny for their own good. His attack received a squeak and a vibrating grumble from the target, and he was suddenly rolled to the side and got a mouthful of leaves as he cried out in protest.

He scrambled to his feet quickly, another terrifying puppy growl exploding from his muzzle as he turned on his foe. But, as his blue eyes fell on their target, he sat down and tilted his head. "What are you?" He asked, showing off his big mouth and lack of proper filter. Perhaps a wolf that was more intelligent or slightly older would have asked who they were instead of what, but he simply did not know better. Yet. He did not receive an answer, instead the creature leaped at him, pinning him down easily under her larger feline form. They were likely about the same age, but because of her lineage compared to his, she was a bit bulkier and stronger right now. He growled in frustration and surprise, but he lost track of where they were as her play attack rolled them out of the bushes and back to the front of the caverns.

Words: 700
Tags: Remus, Romulus, Vorilye, Angel
Muse: Medium
Notes: Angilye Family Thread! (Also Pharaoh meeting his Large Animal Companion - white tiger)

[Vorilye]

The months had flown by, and it seemed like mere weeks ago that Angel had given birth to their beautiful children. Unlike the absentee father Vorilye had once been, the alpha male was insistent that he would be there in his offpsring's life. Turns out, this was a good thing, because shortly after their birth, Angel had fallen very ill. The black and gold male rarely saw the white femme outside of the dens anymore, and he was frankly shocked that she had been well enough to nurse their pups. It did not seem his children had noticed her weariness, as this is all they had ever known. It was uncharacteristic for Angel, though, and he could not help but worry. Vor was just pleased to see that the young ones were getting around better with each day, and especially proud of his son, Pharaoh. Unlike the other pups, the large male held himself with grace and dignity that he saw within himself. It was different than with Ryker. Pharaoh had the bloodlines and personality of a leader, whereas Ryker always had a softness in his heart that Vor saw in his mother. It was not surprising that the male had often overcompensated in an attempt to appear in charge. Ultimately, the male would not be shocked if that was what had led to his downfall.

Unfortunately, no one from the pack that remained could give him a definite answer on what had become of his eldest son. There had been so signs of the male since Vorilye's departure, and it was unlikely the disgraced son would show his face back in their territory anytime soon. And so the elder male was forced to look toward the future rather than dwelling on their past shortcomings. The future was in Remus, Romulus, Pharaoh and Mirielle. The four young ones were blossoming and growing, unlike their half siblings that had yet to emerge from the dens.

While fate had brought him sons, it seemed whatever was haunting his pack was doing so quite handily. The children he bore with Celosia were all far too sickly to play with their siblings, and it was nearly four months after their birth and they were still limited to the dens. Perhaps with time they would age out of whatever was stunting their growth, but Vorilye could not be certain. He was shocked the four had survived up to this point, and it was a day by day battle to keep them alive. If there was not a turnaround soon, it would likely be in the pack's best interest if the pups were let go, as detrimental as that would be to Descia.

As the alpha male mused about the fate of his pack, he could not help but notice that, once again, Pharaoh was absentee from the rest of his siblings. Somewhere around the dens, the white male ventured off on his own, and Vorilye set off in search of him, his nose steadily seeking out his strongest son. It was impossible for the young ones to make it far, but that did not keep Vorilye from worrying. These pups were the future of the pack, and if they did not stay on path, Descai would likely fall into ruin once more. "Pharoah," the elder mackenzie valley male called out errantly, as if his son would respond in a timely manner.

It was but a few more strides before the alpha found himself faced with the entrance of the dens, a frustrated sigh escaping his muzzle as he darted out in search of his son. It was the sound a an "oomph" followed by flesh on flesh contact that sent the brute into full alert, his golden eyes flashing dangerously as he burst through the brush hiding away Pharaoh. 

There, on top of his son, was a white ball of fur that clearly was not canine. A snarl rippled through Vorilye's lips, his eyes narrowing as the fur along his spine bristled in anger. It took every ounce of control not to pounce on top of the thing. The only thing that restrained him was that fact that he would likely crush his son in the process. "Pharaoh, buck it off," he ordered in a steely voice, a loud growl rumbling in his throat. "So that I can be rid of it."

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Count | 731 words
Muse | Pretty good, actually.
Tags | Pharaoh, Remus, Romulus, & Angel
Notes | N/A

[Remus]

Remus felt like anything but the son of a pack leader. His paws were oversized for his slim frame, making him trip clumsily over himself as he traversed the winding tunnel of his birthing den. He still had a month or two before he would grow into his limbs, but he was still smaller than any of his siblings, and only about half the size of Pharaoh, the largest and boldest of the litter. Even from the age of a few months old, it was clear that Remus’s eldest brother was the shining star of the small group. I seemed to Remus that the white pup held no fear of anything—unlike Remus, who was afraid of many things that could possibly lie in wait to gobble up the youngsters. Their father took a special interest in the handsome white pup, and it was clear he was destined for greatness. Remus on the other hand… not so much. Not that he minded a whole lot, but it must be nice to know there was something great waiting for you in your future. Speaking of Pharaoh…

Remus looked around, his eyes stark blue against the dark fur of his face. He had awoken only moments before, his back flush against his nearly identical brother, Romulus, and his mouth slightly agape. A dark spot of stone lay beneath his head, evidence of the slight drooling he had done in the midst of his sleep. Embarrassed, he had stood and shook his fur out quietly and decided not to wake his dark-furred brother. That’s when Remus noticed that Pharaoh was awake. Not only that, but the white pup was gone from the den. Two audits twisted and strained atop the black pup’s skull as he trotted forward, following the curves of the tunnel that lead away from the sleeping family. His dark, wet nose pressed against the ground occasionally like Morse code, and he was able to vaguely detect Pharaoh’s fresh scent among the staler versions of those that came before it.

Remus kept to the shadows as the tunnel opened up to the outside world, and he blinked in confusion at what he saw outside. The bright world was dazzling, as it was every time the pup had peered out previously, but in addition to the busy landscape was Pharaoh. He stood with his back ridged, nose pointing towards a dense cluster of leaves of forestry. He let out a snarl, and Remus's ears perked. Would he need my help? he thought incredulously. Then, a flash—something just as white as the growling pup burst forth from the bush and landed promptly on top of him.

Remus practically stumbled back into the shadow and safety of the caverns, still close enough to see what was happening, but too shocked to move forward and assist his brother, even as he grappled with the thing in the dirt outside the stone tunnels. What am I doing? Pharaoh is in trouble! The small pup's mind snapped back to attention a moment later, but no sooner had he resolved to go forward and help his brother, that a voice behind him causes him to freeze where he crouched in the darkness. "Pharaoh," it said in a deep baritone. It was their father, his pelt dark and looming in the shadows of the tunnel, gold paws and muzzle flashing out from the ebony backdrop. "Buck it off so that I can be rid of it."

His father had not seem him yet. He was too intent on watching his older sibling grapple with the strange, white creature.

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Count | 607
Tags | Vorilye, Pharaoh, Romulus, & Angel
Muse | Meh
Notes | First post with Remus. Still feeling out his character.

[Pharaoh]

Although the black and white creature had easily pinned him, Pharaoh squirmed with determination and nipped at his attacker while his paws pushed up against the form of the larger creature. But, as if his pathetic excuse for instinct had kicked in, he focused on the movements of the creature on top of him. There was a sound, but it was not from outside of his head. It was weird, and the pup honestly could not explain it. I'm a tiger, a cat. A cat? a what? The male frowned at her, though as she nipped and wrestled with him, a soft laugh echoed from his jaws. Then, suddenly and without warning, a powerful voice echoed around them. The male pup twisted, turning so that the cat was on his back and he was crouching beneath her. His blue eyes then lifted, ears perked and tail hanging behind him as he spotted his father. "She's not hurting me. We were playing, father." He said, all the confidence that he had always held within him showing through in the look he gave the large male in front of him.

With his words, however, the cat scrambled backwards slightly, getting off of the pup and backing into the bushes and further away from the adult male wolf. This made Pharaoh turn around, tilting his head and watching her curiously. "Don't leave, please." He said, frowning at her as she stopped and stared up at him with yellow-green eyes. Then he turned his back on her once more, sure that she would stay put as he looked back up at his father. "Can she stay, father, please?" He asked, blue eyes almost begging his sire to not harm the tiger cub. She was old enough to survive without milk from her mother - wherever that mother might be - but he doubted that she was old enough to actually take care of herself on her own. It was strange or a wolf pack to take in anything other than a wolf, but she needed their help. "Maybe she will help Descai become great again." He said, already confident that the pack would climb from the ashes of what they now laid in. They would be strong again, he was sure of it and determined to make it happen.

That was when he noticed his brother, Remus, watching from the entrance of the den. The sudden urge to pounce on his smaller brother was ignored for the time being, for instead of approaching the darker male, he instead sat down and looked back at the feline that crouched behind him in a mixture of fear and curiosity. "I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." He said, somehow thinking that he would stand a chance against his much older and much larger father if he decided to dispose of the feline anyways. The boldness was something he had been born with, and though he was cocky, he was at least somewhat smart about it, usually.

Words: 499
Tags: Remus, Romulus, Vorilye, Angel
Muse: low
Notes: Sorry it's so short guys.