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autumn-flick · 7 years

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The Anointment ~ Chapter Two

Warnings;

Brief nudity, slight cursing

He was glad his father was dead… he honestly was. Nine full months without that damn fleabag coming inside his room at ungodly hours of the morning and waking him up to go running or training or to just… stop sleeping and being lazy. Now, with Liria as Alpha, she didn’t mind him sleeping all the way ‘till the sun was at the highest point in the sky. Then he could sleep an hour or two more, just because he was comfortable in his bed and other wolves were too unimportant to deal with, sleep was better. Sleep was way better. And sleep helped him heal, his leg was mostly healed up… well, no, it was completely healed up. He just like to fake a limp so he could sleep - though it wasn’t working so well after a few months. He still needed sleep! Hell, last night he stayed up till the moon was highest in the sky, why? Because he had been going through his father’s possessions (only just managed to get to it) - trying to find the things he wanted to keep for himself, and just to let you in on a little secret, El was a hoarder and would be a gold digger if he was allowed to mingle with the people outside of the castle… or royal household… but he loved shiny and expensive things and his father had a lot of those things, so… El took them and stashed them away in his room. But, the point was, he had stayed up later than he intended to and he had something to do the next day, yet he couldn’t remember what it was, so he had just removed all of his clothing and fell asleep in the dark, silken sheets and slept until… “Hey, hey, Reyhg… you need to wake up.” He groaned, rubbing his face into the pillows as his arms flexed and his body tensed for a couple of seconds, “Why?” He mumbled in his groggy state, he wanted to fall back asleep, but the chill that ran over his bare buttocks and back made him grope around for the silk sheet that normal rested over his lower back, turns out it was on the back of his calves and he groaned, rolling over a tad before grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to his shoulders, making another noise that sounded akin to a groan. “Because, you are going to Alpha Yelondae’s pups’ anointment.” The voice spoke to him as feet pattered around the room to supposedly gather things for him to wear. El grimaced under the sheet as his orange eyes revealed himself, the young man groaned rubbed his face with long, bony fingers. His pale skin stood out strangly against the silken covers and the darkened room, but his hair blended in well with the pillow he rested his head upon, his curls spilled over as they were wild and unruly, the length almost reached his shoulders…. And for awhile now, Liria had been bugging him about getting his hair cut shorter. And he thought he would do it… for the babies he didn’t want them freaking out about his hair or pulling on it, as he was to hold one of them in approval… or something, he forgot about what these appointments were about. But it was early (or so he thought) in the morning, he shouldn’t have to think. “What time is it…?” El groaned as he managed to sit up in bed, making sure his private parts were covered properly as he looked over to the… staff person, not servant… servants were unpaid. Staff people were paid, it was like El’s personal nanny. Though he did wish it had been a female, and if it had, his sheet wouldn’t be lying so flat against his lap… so, there were pros and cons to having a male nanny. “It’s time for you to wake up.” This male had a certain sass to his voice that made El’s face scrunch up just slightly, mumbling something under his breath - he then moved to lay back down when a t-shirt was thrown at his face, as well as a pair of black pants, “Get dress, Reyhg, you have a hair appointment.” The sassy man said as he walked the length of the room with the grace of a swan, stopping by the door to observe the sixteen year old with narrowed eyes, “I expect you to be there in five minutes.” Then, the flamboyant male nanny turned away with a toss of his dark blonde hair and strolled away with his chin in the air. Leaving El to gawk a bit at his exit, wondering why the hell Liria thought getting that guy was good idea. The young male sighed, rolling his eyes a tad before he stood up from his bed, strolling over to the window while at the same time, pulling his pants on. Which resulted in a less than graceful struggle across his room, but, he was alone, he didn’t care if he looked like a chicken flapping their wings helplessly as they tried to get off the ground. Once he got his jeans over his skinny legs, he picked the belt off of the chair it was hanging off of and looped it through the jeans and buckled it as he stared out the now open window into the city-like structure they had behind the castle. It was stupid to have the castle in front of the city, but the Light Pack… they arranged battles, that is how it had always… always been. Though there hadn’t been a battle for over fifty decades, El knew that his father had been greatly disappointed when he tried to launch an attack, but it had been canceled by something… El couldn’t remember what it was, but he was grateful that his father hadn’t managed to start something and not be able to finish it - leaving the city and Liria to handle it. He was grateful for his adoptive mother, he honestly was, she was so calm and peaceful… he was curious about her, why was she so calm when she was supposed to be evil? El tilted his head a bit, light muscles coiling under his skin as he raised his hand to tug it through the wild curls, though he only got half way before he winced and pulled his hand away, sometimes, he honestly hated the curls at times. Maybe once he got his hair cut, he would feel better about them. “Reyhgaur, you need to be at your hair appointment, young mister!” El flinched as he turned himself around to see the male nanny glaring in the doorway, sizing the young man up which immediately made the skinny boy feel nervous as he quickly pulled the black shirt over his thin frame, crossing his arms once it was covering his incredibly pale skin, “Alright, I’m going.” El didn’t like this man, he gave the young boy the creeps - only because El wasn’t too keen to be around men after what his father had done to him. Branded him with the name Reyhgaur after his death, trained him for submission, tried to put fear and darkness into him. And… it honestly worked, he was afraid - no, wary, he was wary of most men, at least those that had age over him… he was weird, he knew that, but he would never say it outloud… Once Reyhgaur left his room, he walked down long hallways, thankful for long legs and long strides so he was quick to leave the male nanny behind, he wanted to be along for the hair cut. And it was to be when he was a human… cutting a wolf’s mane was hard, especially for someone who had a sensitive scalp and skin. Though when he got there, he saw that Liria was standing there and talking to the barber, in forming him that she wanted the hair to be cut shorter - like, way shorter than it was now. “Is this a mutiny I sense?” El joked lightly as he walked inside of the room and over to the Alpha, bowing his head just slightly and looking up to the barber, who was female. Soft hands, calming voice and most certainly not a man, he was glad the Alpha took heed of his wariness. Oh yeah, not barber, stylist… he preferred the word barber, but, whatever. The woman, black hair, dark skin and kind eyes, she smiled warmly at the male and motioned to the seat, “Yes it is, Reyhgaur, your mother says she want is short, what do you think?” She asked as she slowly started to bunch his hair up, showing off the rather sharp cheekbones he often kept hidden, but he assumed with the new haircut, he would be showing them off a lot more now - and he didn’t exactly know how he felt about that. “Shorter, I guess, but… not short enough to where you can’t see my curls.” El finally decided after a couple of seconds of silence, a light smile warmed his face as the woman smiled back, “Perfect!” The woman chirped, then she got to work on the boy’s mess of curls. It took an hour and thirty minutes, but once she was finished with him, she turned him back around to face the mirror to see what had once been a shoulder length mop, was now a well contained, loose curls around his head - resting over his ears with slight bangs that swept to the side, the new him… a smile pulled over his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, finding his fingers slid much easier through it, he really liked the new look. “Thank you, Eryn, I really like it.” El smiled as he slipped from the chair and brushed his hands down his pants, his hands were sweating because there was a pretty girl and he did not want to embarrass himself, which he probably was by now… just staring at her even after she had said “you’re welcome”. “Uh… would you like to hang out s-some time?” He stuttered, trying to hide the color in his cheeks as he looked down at the ground, feeling even more warmth in his face as she chuckled a bit awkwardly, and he then rushed to save her, “D-don’t feel like y-you have to because I am prince… j-just…” “Hun, you’re a bit too young for me, maybe in a couple years, we’ll see.” She chuckled, not at all afraid of the young prince, more amused at his blush and stutter. Liria had left the room a while ago, figuring her ‘son’ would be fine on his own… she needed to do something. She had to finish the spell… “Intertwine their fates, bring peace to the land - how ever you see fit.” The deep red hybrid whispered to the air as her arms cross in a dance above her head as read smoke danced from her fingertips, laced with gold. She repeated the movements with her arms a couple of times as the smoke gathered above her to form a shape and slowly became solid - then, it settled itself into Liria’s hands, presenting itself as a necklace with a trillion shaped ruby in the middle. The auburn wolf smiled slowly as she held it in her paws, “Very well.” ~~A Couple Hours Later~~ “Oh, Reyhg, just, let me fixed this curl.” Liria said as she reached for his hair, wanting to adjust his hair, she was almost as tall as him, standing at five foot, six inches, and him standing at five, eight, she nearly managed to snag his curls, to which he responded by moving his head away and chuckling, “Mom, no.” Yes, he still called her ‘mom’, he kinda had to… just because he didn’t want her to know… It would break her, he was sure of it. His adoptive mother pulled her hands back and frowned, making the young male chuckle as he crossed his arms, then lowered himself on bent legs so she could reach his hair and fix it, “That’s my boy.” Liria said affectionately as she fixed his hair to her liking and patted his cheek. “Your father would hate us for what we are doing.” Liria said after her smile had slipped from her pale face, yellow eyes gazing at the ground with a sigh falling from her mouth - she shook her head. It had been awhile since his death, they didn’t talk about El’s father much, or at all, just subtle mentions of him and what he wanted to do with future plans for the pack, El never felt any regret or remorse… he knew that was the one dark part of him, but he had no idea of how to rid himself of it… “He’s rolling in his ashes, mom, he’ll get over it in a thousand years.” El hummed as he stood straight and shoved his hands in his pockets, she chuckled before wrapping an arm around him. “I know he will.” Donned in white, light greys and golds, the Alpha and her son left the castle along with a couple of elder shamans (well, not exactly shamans, more like priests they stole from a church) for blessing upon the children, guards followed at a distance without saying a word. “I don’t understand why we have horses and they get elk.” El muttered to himself as he stroked along his horse’s shoulder, a large, heavy set and muscular, friesian stallion… called Utyca. It was an odd name, but, Uncle Eddie named the friesian. Horses were great, he honestly thought that they were, but, elks… come on. If he had the choice to ride a horse or an elk? He’d pick an elk, why? Because he was a boy and he enjoyed running around on overgrown deer. Or, he figured he would, but he has never ridden an elk before. Maybe they were deer? Well, all he knew is they had huge antlers and often stood around five foot at the shoulder. They sounded like intense battle creatures, but, he figured he would never know. El made a soft noise under his breath as he pulled himself atop of Utyca, all of the horses had pure white tack with decorative gold tassels and designs, the manes were braided as well as the tail and their beautiful hides were shining in the sun. Must’ve taken weeks to get the damn horse to shine, and it was all for pups that wouldn’t even remember this day. Well, he just had to tolerate it for today, probably sit in the back and just observe what was going on, he didn’t actually think to mingle with the Light Pack, which he would think that half the kingdom would be there for the pups anointment. Anointment being the old shaman, blind as hell and didn’t even know the genders of the pups - but because of the visions that the gods gave him, he was going to choose an heir for the pack, no influence from anyone! He was also mute, so… The Dark Pack’s Shaman was actually a high ranking military officer that was in his mid-fifties and done his job as a guard or fought in an army or something like that, also, if you couldn’t tell - El doesn’t really pay attention to his classes. Oh, he knew Liria would shape him up, however, after all, he was next in line to be king. Provided no-one assassinated him. And it wasn’t really kingship, or whatever… even though you actually did hold all the power. You could even order an execution on some random person, but, probably until he is thirty, he’d have some kind of military official making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. That or Liria would be watching over him, which he preferred her, she was more kind and motherly, someone that he would listen to if convinced properly. The Light and the Dark only lived about five miles away from each other, so, with the horses at a smooth canter, it didn’t take too long for them to arrive. And when they did, they were greeted by the guards at the edge of the territory, now, El is going to explain how the Light and Dark were different, besides one being evil and one being good in each others senses. The dark pack had a huge, huge population - because, over the decades, there has been a mass amount of coupling and not many wars, therefore, their population grew and they learned the ways of the humans. They learned how to build, how to make stuff. Of course they stole supplies from the humans, and over the years, the kingdom grew into a huge ass city… The ‘castle’ was built right on the edge of a deep ravine - the city was built behind the cattle, which was also surrounded by a wall. The Light pack was much more simple, log cabins or tepees. There was a mountain… or a large rock formation, that the royal family, servants and others would live. They didn’t have any fences, but had guards stationed around the entire camp… area. The Light pack had around seven hundred wolves and counting. The Dark pack had two thousand and counting. So, if there was ever an attack, determined by the number of people - the Dark pack would surely win, but numbers do not always determine who will win the fight, strategy and tactic, not just brute force. El would one day, try to tell the military that, he would rearrange the ranks, position to less wolves on the military ranks. He teach them strategy and not just kill anything in sight. Those were brutes and he did not want brutes in his army. “El, look sharp!” Liria hissed as they got through the guards - pulling her horse over to his, she was quick to pass something into the young man’s hands, “Give it to the pup they choose to be alpha.” El looked down at the red velvet box and ran his thumb over it, it was some kind of jewelry, he knew that. But what for? Were they supposed to bring gifts? Was he going to say this was from Liria and not him? Eh… oh well, he didn’t care. The young man shrugged to himself, standing up in the stirrups, he placed the box in his pocket and then sat down once more as they headed to the royal cave mountain. ~ It had been two hours since they arrived, the anointment hadn’t happened yet and El was getting rather flustered, he wanted to leave, he was sure he had better things to do! And all the while, he had stayed from the pups as everyone ogled them under the close eye of their mother and multiple guards, most of them had moved on to the food and… well, just to pass the time, he figured he’d give the four a peek. They were all two months of age, eye’s open, fluffy and whimpering and whining as they were kept in a pen, separated from each other, but close enough to be heard and seen. “Hello, prince Reyhgaur.” A familiar voice spoke, making him raise his head up, a soft smile toyed with his face as he bowed before the mother and the Alpha. “Yelondae, I am glad you took my advice.” He said softly, raising his head, seeing how beautiful the mother was as she was dressed in a beautiful gown of light blue, white and gold. A beautiful headset covered her and only seemed to bring out her violet eyes even more. “I did.” She nodded, Yelondae, though clothed in a dress, was in her hybrid form, probably so her pups would recognize her easier. “Would you like to meet them?” She asked him, making El a little bit nervous, but he nodded. He made sure to keep his shoulders low, his posture relaxed, knowing how protective and dangerous a new mother could be. She took him to the first born, a light grey male with white accents, tan softly coated the edges of his fur - his eyes were a light blue that peered up with curiosity. He was ridiculously adorable, a smile falling to El’s face, “Hey, little guy - what’s his name?” “Helcuron.” Yelondae responded, then ushering him to the next one, second born son, fourth child. He was the smallest and had a mix of dark grey and light brown fur, dark accents covered him - he had dark green eyes that blinked open for a second, then closed once more as he fell back to his sleep. “Geryarl.” Next one was a slender female, medium grey with tan accents and a white nose, she too had dark green eyes like her brother. “Telousa.” The last one was a dark brown female, tan accents with tan linding her back and ears, she had dark blue-green eyes that stared up at her mother and the strange man, she stood up slowly and walked over to them, whining slightly for her momma, who reached down and stroked her ear, “Trystellia.” Elgahbar slowly smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet covered box, “Here, this is for her, Trystellia.” El then opened it to present the necklace that his adoptive mother had encased. Completely and totally forgetting that it was supposed to be for the future alpha… it just felt like it belonged to the little female. Yelondae smiled and accepted the box, taking out the necklace and at once, putting it around Trystellia’s neck, the pup sniffed at it for a second before ignoring it and continuing to whine for attention from her mother, “Thank you, Reyhgaur… it means a lot.” Her thanks was cut short, however, when a guard walked up and quietly told her that it was time for the anointment. Which was El’s que to leave, he smiled a bit and bowed in respect before taking off to join everyone else. The pups were held by the servants in the house, wiggling frantically and calling for their momma as the shaman stepped up to each of them, waved his hand in front of them and then stepped back. He raised his hand and pointed to Telousa. Declaring her as the new Alpha. And only then, did El realise what he had done.

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