Awacki
(uh-whack-e)
Male
Four
(uh-whack-e)
Male
Four
Awacki was a black and silver wolf, stalking through the trees. A mouse scuttled along the ground in front of him, but he passed on by. The prey was not his focus. Finishing the trek was. He needed to get to the top of the mountain to reach the Stone Shrine. It was a journey all wolves had to make after reaching two years of age. The others in his litter did not accompany him, as they, all six of them, were required to go up different side of the mountain.
Two years being their independent age, they were not bothered by this. "It's not like I'm going to be one of the Legendary. Why must I go?" Awacki grumbled as he climbed the slope. He figured his brother, Michi, would become a Legendary, as he had seemed to control the other pups, even the older ones. As Awacki climbed, he reached a large patch of rose bushes. "Great." He muttered sarcastically. He'd been given the second hardest route to climb, Michi receiving the hardest. Everyone believed he was destined. The elders had received a prophecy.
That grand black pelt, the silver paws. A mark on the tail will accompany the one on his eye. This young wolf will lead our paths, and grow a storm on his grand old back. Those were their words, and Michi matched it. While the two brothers were almost identical, there was one key detail of Awacki that grew slight alert throughout the pack: The red mark by his eye. They claimed this meant that if anything he was to work for death, making some scared of him. All of his sisters ran from him, Michi staying occasionally, though only because, being only two males, he didn't want to be stuck with females. A growl escaped Awacki as he caught his pelt in the rose thorns, jolting him from his thoughts. He carried on, pushing through the sharp thorns, looking up, hoping to see the many shrines above. All he saw were trees and small patches of sky. His dark brown eyes narrowed as they worked their way down to the ground.
Dirt and mud mixed with his dark fur, something that usually wouldn't be very noticeable. He'd been walking for a long time. The mid-day sun was shining brightly, and it had been just about to rise when he'd set off. He continued walking, wishing he wasn't required to go up there. To become a full-fledged member of the pack, the member had to complete the journey alone. The ceremony was started long ago, and had been carried out every time a wolf turned two years. In his mind, that wasn't fair. We are not all meant to become Legendary. Why must we all climb to see if we are? He began fighting with himself. Maybe they're just hoping I don't return from the journey. He decided that was probably the most logical explanation.
After a moment of still walking and thinking of how the Legendary would reject him, he tripped over a log. Thorns that had been already deep in him pushed further in, causing him to yelp. He regained himself, getting up, though too dazed to walk.I only have to get to the top, have them tell me I'm just an ordinary wolf, then I'll go down. His thoughts both comforted him and made him mad. He still didn't understand why they had to risk life and limb for these Legendary's. His head began moving back and forth, examining the place they were in. Every last detail was taken in by his dark blue eyes, the pink, three-petaled flowers, the trees that seemed to be getting fewer and fewer as he went and the rock that lie ahead.
Have I made it? He wondered as he began hopping up the rocks. Yes, they had out-crops, and he took advantage of this, using them to jump up the mountain-side. On one of the highest ones, his back right paw slipped out from under him, leaving him scrabbling for a hold. Luckily he found one just above the rock, so he clung close to the side of the wall, slightly shaking from the experience. He'd thought that he might die. It's not too hard to imagine, though, with all the pack mates that go "missing" up here. He thought, even though it unnerved him further. Then he took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before jumping onto the next rock. When all four, not just three, paws landed safely on the rock, he sighed of relief. Just a few more to go.
As Awacki pulled himself up, he felt grass slightly tickle his paws. A sigh of relief, that was almost the only noise that could be heard, himself. Looking up, he could see the distant look of the Seven Shrines. One for each Legendary. A new strength returned to his paws, one he thought he'd lost long back in the journey. It was excitement. Never before had he seen the shrines and their mass, but now that he had, it made him want to get there, becoming a Legendary or not. He steadily began speeding up, in an almost jog once finished. Mud and grass, along with a few unknown things, clung to his fur still, though some had fallen. As the shrines came more into focus and the tunnel entrance that led to them was near, he stopped abruptly. Wasn't he a mess? He looked down to realize his once silver paws had now turned a shade of brown, and his chest also had mud plastered to it.
Should I clean myself up? Nah, why go through the trouble? He then continued on and crept into the tunnel. It was dimly lit, but light would be shining from the main area, as it didn't have a roof. After a moment, his eyes were adjusted and he could see the detail of the stone walls that encased him. Carvings of wolves, ones running, playing, hunting, fighting, doing general activities for the pack, lined them. Looking up, he found something that appeared vine-like carved. He felt a bit off in the tunnel, so he sped up, hoping to get into the open soon. After a bit, no more than five minutes, a light shone ahead. The end! He darted out, seeing seven shrines, tall, they were high above him. His eyes grew wide and he continued forward, slowly, in awe.
A bump came from behind him and sent him forward. Slightly annoyed, her turned. His sister stood, looking at him with wide-eyes. "I-I-I!" She shrieked before running off further into the area. The other wolves were waiting on him, watching him. They all seemed clean, well, cleaner. "You know there's a pond outside, right?" His brother said in a know-it-all tone. "I'm aware." Awacki growled.
"Why didn't you clean off?" He asked, a bit surprised. Awacki rolled his eyes. "I didn't even want to go on this stupid-" The pups grew wide-eyed and their jaws dropped. Slowly, he turned around, seeing a large, white wolf. It was taller than three of them combined.
Two years being their independent age, they were not bothered by this. "It's not like I'm going to be one of the Legendary. Why must I go?" Awacki grumbled as he climbed the slope. He figured his brother, Michi, would become a Legendary, as he had seemed to control the other pups, even the older ones. As Awacki climbed, he reached a large patch of rose bushes. "Great." He muttered sarcastically. He'd been given the second hardest route to climb, Michi receiving the hardest. Everyone believed he was destined. The elders had received a prophecy.
That grand black pelt, the silver paws. A mark on the tail will accompany the one on his eye. This young wolf will lead our paths, and grow a storm on his grand old back. Those were their words, and Michi matched it. While the two brothers were almost identical, there was one key detail of Awacki that grew slight alert throughout the pack: The red mark by his eye. They claimed this meant that if anything he was to work for death, making some scared of him. All of his sisters ran from him, Michi staying occasionally, though only because, being only two males, he didn't want to be stuck with females. A growl escaped Awacki as he caught his pelt in the rose thorns, jolting him from his thoughts. He carried on, pushing through the sharp thorns, looking up, hoping to see the many shrines above. All he saw were trees and small patches of sky. His dark brown eyes narrowed as they worked their way down to the ground.
Dirt and mud mixed with his dark fur, something that usually wouldn't be very noticeable. He'd been walking for a long time. The mid-day sun was shining brightly, and it had been just about to rise when he'd set off. He continued walking, wishing he wasn't required to go up there. To become a full-fledged member of the pack, the member had to complete the journey alone. The ceremony was started long ago, and had been carried out every time a wolf turned two years. In his mind, that wasn't fair. We are not all meant to become Legendary. Why must we all climb to see if we are? He began fighting with himself. Maybe they're just hoping I don't return from the journey. He decided that was probably the most logical explanation.
After a moment of still walking and thinking of how the Legendary would reject him, he tripped over a log. Thorns that had been already deep in him pushed further in, causing him to yelp. He regained himself, getting up, though too dazed to walk.I only have to get to the top, have them tell me I'm just an ordinary wolf, then I'll go down. His thoughts both comforted him and made him mad. He still didn't understand why they had to risk life and limb for these Legendary's. His head began moving back and forth, examining the place they were in. Every last detail was taken in by his dark blue eyes, the pink, three-petaled flowers, the trees that seemed to be getting fewer and fewer as he went and the rock that lie ahead.
Have I made it? He wondered as he began hopping up the rocks. Yes, they had out-crops, and he took advantage of this, using them to jump up the mountain-side. On one of the highest ones, his back right paw slipped out from under him, leaving him scrabbling for a hold. Luckily he found one just above the rock, so he clung close to the side of the wall, slightly shaking from the experience. He'd thought that he might die. It's not too hard to imagine, though, with all the pack mates that go "missing" up here. He thought, even though it unnerved him further. Then he took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before jumping onto the next rock. When all four, not just three, paws landed safely on the rock, he sighed of relief. Just a few more to go.
As Awacki pulled himself up, he felt grass slightly tickle his paws. A sigh of relief, that was almost the only noise that could be heard, himself. Looking up, he could see the distant look of the Seven Shrines. One for each Legendary. A new strength returned to his paws, one he thought he'd lost long back in the journey. It was excitement. Never before had he seen the shrines and their mass, but now that he had, it made him want to get there, becoming a Legendary or not. He steadily began speeding up, in an almost jog once finished. Mud and grass, along with a few unknown things, clung to his fur still, though some had fallen. As the shrines came more into focus and the tunnel entrance that led to them was near, he stopped abruptly. Wasn't he a mess? He looked down to realize his once silver paws had now turned a shade of brown, and his chest also had mud plastered to it.
Should I clean myself up? Nah, why go through the trouble? He then continued on and crept into the tunnel. It was dimly lit, but light would be shining from the main area, as it didn't have a roof. After a moment, his eyes were adjusted and he could see the detail of the stone walls that encased him. Carvings of wolves, ones running, playing, hunting, fighting, doing general activities for the pack, lined them. Looking up, he found something that appeared vine-like carved. He felt a bit off in the tunnel, so he sped up, hoping to get into the open soon. After a bit, no more than five minutes, a light shone ahead. The end! He darted out, seeing seven shrines, tall, they were high above him. His eyes grew wide and he continued forward, slowly, in awe.
A bump came from behind him and sent him forward. Slightly annoyed, her turned. His sister stood, looking at him with wide-eyes. "I-I-I!" She shrieked before running off further into the area. The other wolves were waiting on him, watching him. They all seemed clean, well, cleaner. "You know there's a pond outside, right?" His brother said in a know-it-all tone. "I'm aware." Awacki growled.
"Why didn't you clean off?" He asked, a bit surprised. Awacki rolled his eyes. "I didn't even want to go on this stupid-" The pups grew wide-eyed and their jaws dropped. Slowly, he turned around, seeing a large, white wolf. It was taller than three of them combined.