Destiny Calls [PRP Nakisha]
Posted: 02-08-2012 06:03
Another day, another day. Same routine, same boring greetings. Another hunt, another success. Same dogs mocking her, same words theys said.
.....
Jeez really can anything be more boring?
Her every day events were starting to become so routine that she wasn't even thinking half the time she did them.
She woke up, said hi to mom,
"Morning Mother,"
"Good morning Dear,"
,went to Gerard to get instructions for the day,
"Hey Scout, hunting squad again today in 5 minutes, heard they were trying to increase the meat stash,".
Went out, said good morning to some important individuals,
"Morning Elders,"
"And morning to you Kirya,"
, and joined the hunting squad. Most of the squad ignored her as usual, only a few saying greetings and the others snubbing her. Well not like she cared or anything. She would just go off on her own to hunt within the designated region and once the leader sounded the call, she would go back with her kills and the entire squad would go back to the village and move on to other tasks.
Today on the hunt she was again assigned to the trees and rocky cliffs, areas where other dogs couldn't maneuver well. But for her, she had the extra quirks that helped her along. For her they were a blessing; to others they made her a freak.
Kirya easily scaled up the side of a rocky cliff to nab some clever squirrels that managed to make a nest in a hole in the side of the cliff. Smart, but not smart enough. She nabbed those fat suckers right from their hibernation and carried them back with her two rabbits and some late migrating birds and soon heard the howl of the hunt team lead dog.
The long-legged pretty female trotted along back towards the leader as the rest of the group joined up and soon they were walking back in silence, their mouths full, as they head home.
Once home, all the dogs made a beeline towards the meatery where the raw prey was dropped off to be cleaned and either made into food for the humans or into food for the dogs. After each dog dropped off their catch, they went off to do whatever they were to do next.
Kirya dropped her share, waited for the butcher's wife to give her the amount of coins she earned for her catch,
"Nice catch today Scout, got some juicy squirrels there,"
, and along her way out was shoved to the side and she raised her head to see the same posse who bothered her all the time.
Tank the Malamute Husky, Hank the brother of Tank (creative names eh?) and the two unrelated yet inseparable females, Uni the Samoyed and Tina the American Eskimo dog.
”Watch where yur going mutt,” Uni snorted as she feigned disgust at the mere fact that Tank purposely bumped into Kirya.
"Yeah watch where yur going you freak," Hank added on as his tongue lolled and he had an idiotic "impress-the-girls" look on his face.
Tank and his brother laughed like idiots while Tina put on a good display of shivering at the sight of Kirya.
"Six-toed freak, no wonder no one likes you," Tina just had to get in the last word as she spat and missed, the spit landing miles off where Kirya was.
With a roll of her blue and brown eyes, Kirya ignored the posse and went her way, shaking her head as she heard the laughter of the four behind her, the little pouch of coins she held in her jaws jingling as she shook.
”Don’t they ever get tired of the same trick every day? Gosh they need to think of something new,” Kirya thought as she walked home at a brisk pace. Along the way she got jeers from other young dogs and a few nods of acknowledgment from older dogs.
Everyday seemed just the same to here. Would she ever outlive the mundane life of the village? And could the young dogs really just get over themselves? Sheesh they acted worse than pups. But it’s not like anyone would listen to the words of a hybrid. She grumbled slightly at the stupidity of domestic hounds as she reached her home and scratched on the front door in a rhythm that would let Gerard know it was her.
Soon enough her human owner opened the door for her and she wagged her tail as she looked up at the crippled man.
Gerard was an elderly man with one good leg who needed a crutch and her mother for support but he was still kind and Kirya cared for him deeply.
”Hey Scout, good girl, looks like you got quite a bit for your catch eh? Thanks for everything,” Gerard said with a smile as he took the pouch of coins from Kirya and scratched her behind the ears.
”Oh that reminds me, I have to pay a visit to the butcher to get some meat and then to the healer to get my health checked up. Sonya, let’s go girl,” the man called and soon Kirya’s mother was by the man’s side as he hobbled down the steps to the ground.
”Hello Dear, how was the hunt?” Sonya asked her daughter as they touched noses lightly.
Kirya smiled but rolled her eyes as she spoke.
”Same as everyday Mother. I’m going to see if Flame and the others are running today. I’ll see you later,” Kirya said and with a nod from Sonya, she watched her mother and master walk off, Gerard holding on to a support handle on Sonya’s holster and then she bounded off to find the few dogs that did accept her.
Really, what Kirya wouldn't give to have her life spiced up a bit. Maybe her best friend Flame could cheer her up like always.
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Elsewhere outside the village far away, a lone brown colored male walked aimlessly through the snow as he looked left and right as if checking the coast and then covering his tracks. He marked his scent on a nearby tree and then walked the opposite direction way from it.
Siegfried was tired of life, tired of living the wild goose chase his family was sending him on and more than once contemplated turning around and meeting his killers head on. Hmm but he didn’t and just kept on moving forward, not knowing what he was doing with his life.
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On Siegfried’s trail was the group of males sent out by the pack to kill Siegfried out of revenge. Siegfried’s half-brothers Hale and Heatz led the pack as they tracked down the traitors scent. They had been running for days and still no sign of the murderous brown wolf.
It had gotten to a point where Heatz decided to call in a professional to aid them in the hunt. They did not know who was going to answer their call.
The Hunter heard the call for business and met the pack soon after.
”Got a job for me?” the tall black and grey male asked the pack of wolves, his voice light and almost mocking as were his ruby-red eyes. A dark raven croaked as it circled overhead. What an overbearing sight.
The pack of males gulped at the sight of the Hunter but only Heatz had enough courage to lay out the deal. They had heard rumors of this particular mercenary's reputation and saw that the the male sure knew how to keep his reputation. Just looking at the Hunter made the other males' legs quake and shiver. Plus the raven didn't make things better.
”Y-yeah. Go find a brown male with copper eyes and dark fur on his muzzle, four legs, and tail tip. We want him dead for killing our precious sister. Bring us his dead body and we’ll reward you. You can find our pack near the mountains. We’ll wait for your return,” Heatz said and gulped slightly as he was under the scrutiny of the Hunter’s gaze.
The Hunter was silent as he decided on the job and finally nodded his head. The whole time there was a smirk on his face, as if he found this all to be very funny.
”Fine with me. But you know of my conditions correct?” he asked them and the pack of wolves looked confused for a second.
”I decide whether or not the target lives. Your reward is not my motivation,” the Hunter said as he then turned away from the stunned group of males and walked off, having now acquired the scent of his target and commencing the hunt. The raven croaked ominously again and trailed after the dark wolf.
Hale, Heatz and the rest of the attack group watched the tall dark Hunter walk off with fear as they debated whether or not they made the right decision.
”I say we still hunt on our own. Who knows if that Hunter will keep his word. C’mon men,” Heatz said after regaining his composure and the pack set off after Siegfried’s scent again.
The Hunter did not know just how much this mission was going to change his life. And Siegfried was about to find out perhaps there is something more to life than just running away. Kirya would soon get her wish of getting out of that boring place of a village. The lives of these three canines and more, would soon be changed forever.
.....
Jeez really can anything be more boring?
Her every day events were starting to become so routine that she wasn't even thinking half the time she did them.
She woke up, said hi to mom,
"Morning Mother,"
"Good morning Dear,"
,went to Gerard to get instructions for the day,
"Hey Scout, hunting squad again today in 5 minutes, heard they were trying to increase the meat stash,".
Went out, said good morning to some important individuals,
"Morning Elders,"
"And morning to you Kirya,"
, and joined the hunting squad. Most of the squad ignored her as usual, only a few saying greetings and the others snubbing her. Well not like she cared or anything. She would just go off on her own to hunt within the designated region and once the leader sounded the call, she would go back with her kills and the entire squad would go back to the village and move on to other tasks.
Today on the hunt she was again assigned to the trees and rocky cliffs, areas where other dogs couldn't maneuver well. But for her, she had the extra quirks that helped her along. For her they were a blessing; to others they made her a freak.
Kirya easily scaled up the side of a rocky cliff to nab some clever squirrels that managed to make a nest in a hole in the side of the cliff. Smart, but not smart enough. She nabbed those fat suckers right from their hibernation and carried them back with her two rabbits and some late migrating birds and soon heard the howl of the hunt team lead dog.
The long-legged pretty female trotted along back towards the leader as the rest of the group joined up and soon they were walking back in silence, their mouths full, as they head home.
Once home, all the dogs made a beeline towards the meatery where the raw prey was dropped off to be cleaned and either made into food for the humans or into food for the dogs. After each dog dropped off their catch, they went off to do whatever they were to do next.
Kirya dropped her share, waited for the butcher's wife to give her the amount of coins she earned for her catch,
"Nice catch today Scout, got some juicy squirrels there,"
, and along her way out was shoved to the side and she raised her head to see the same posse who bothered her all the time.
Tank the Malamute Husky, Hank the brother of Tank (creative names eh?) and the two unrelated yet inseparable females, Uni the Samoyed and Tina the American Eskimo dog.
”Watch where yur going mutt,” Uni snorted as she feigned disgust at the mere fact that Tank purposely bumped into Kirya.
"Yeah watch where yur going you freak," Hank added on as his tongue lolled and he had an idiotic "impress-the-girls" look on his face.
Tank and his brother laughed like idiots while Tina put on a good display of shivering at the sight of Kirya.
"Six-toed freak, no wonder no one likes you," Tina just had to get in the last word as she spat and missed, the spit landing miles off where Kirya was.
With a roll of her blue and brown eyes, Kirya ignored the posse and went her way, shaking her head as she heard the laughter of the four behind her, the little pouch of coins she held in her jaws jingling as she shook.
”Don’t they ever get tired of the same trick every day? Gosh they need to think of something new,” Kirya thought as she walked home at a brisk pace. Along the way she got jeers from other young dogs and a few nods of acknowledgment from older dogs.
Everyday seemed just the same to here. Would she ever outlive the mundane life of the village? And could the young dogs really just get over themselves? Sheesh they acted worse than pups. But it’s not like anyone would listen to the words of a hybrid. She grumbled slightly at the stupidity of domestic hounds as she reached her home and scratched on the front door in a rhythm that would let Gerard know it was her.
Soon enough her human owner opened the door for her and she wagged her tail as she looked up at the crippled man.
Gerard was an elderly man with one good leg who needed a crutch and her mother for support but he was still kind and Kirya cared for him deeply.
”Hey Scout, good girl, looks like you got quite a bit for your catch eh? Thanks for everything,” Gerard said with a smile as he took the pouch of coins from Kirya and scratched her behind the ears.
”Oh that reminds me, I have to pay a visit to the butcher to get some meat and then to the healer to get my health checked up. Sonya, let’s go girl,” the man called and soon Kirya’s mother was by the man’s side as he hobbled down the steps to the ground.
”Hello Dear, how was the hunt?” Sonya asked her daughter as they touched noses lightly.
Kirya smiled but rolled her eyes as she spoke.
”Same as everyday Mother. I’m going to see if Flame and the others are running today. I’ll see you later,” Kirya said and with a nod from Sonya, she watched her mother and master walk off, Gerard holding on to a support handle on Sonya’s holster and then she bounded off to find the few dogs that did accept her.
Really, what Kirya wouldn't give to have her life spiced up a bit. Maybe her best friend Flame could cheer her up like always.
--------------------------------
Elsewhere outside the village far away, a lone brown colored male walked aimlessly through the snow as he looked left and right as if checking the coast and then covering his tracks. He marked his scent on a nearby tree and then walked the opposite direction way from it.
Siegfried was tired of life, tired of living the wild goose chase his family was sending him on and more than once contemplated turning around and meeting his killers head on. Hmm but he didn’t and just kept on moving forward, not knowing what he was doing with his life.
-------------------
On Siegfried’s trail was the group of males sent out by the pack to kill Siegfried out of revenge. Siegfried’s half-brothers Hale and Heatz led the pack as they tracked down the traitors scent. They had been running for days and still no sign of the murderous brown wolf.
It had gotten to a point where Heatz decided to call in a professional to aid them in the hunt. They did not know who was going to answer their call.
The Hunter heard the call for business and met the pack soon after.
”Got a job for me?” the tall black and grey male asked the pack of wolves, his voice light and almost mocking as were his ruby-red eyes. A dark raven croaked as it circled overhead. What an overbearing sight.
The pack of males gulped at the sight of the Hunter but only Heatz had enough courage to lay out the deal. They had heard rumors of this particular mercenary's reputation and saw that the the male sure knew how to keep his reputation. Just looking at the Hunter made the other males' legs quake and shiver. Plus the raven didn't make things better.
”Y-yeah. Go find a brown male with copper eyes and dark fur on his muzzle, four legs, and tail tip. We want him dead for killing our precious sister. Bring us his dead body and we’ll reward you. You can find our pack near the mountains. We’ll wait for your return,” Heatz said and gulped slightly as he was under the scrutiny of the Hunter’s gaze.
The Hunter was silent as he decided on the job and finally nodded his head. The whole time there was a smirk on his face, as if he found this all to be very funny.
”Fine with me. But you know of my conditions correct?” he asked them and the pack of wolves looked confused for a second.
”I decide whether or not the target lives. Your reward is not my motivation,” the Hunter said as he then turned away from the stunned group of males and walked off, having now acquired the scent of his target and commencing the hunt. The raven croaked ominously again and trailed after the dark wolf.
Hale, Heatz and the rest of the attack group watched the tall dark Hunter walk off with fear as they debated whether or not they made the right decision.
”I say we still hunt on our own. Who knows if that Hunter will keep his word. C’mon men,” Heatz said after regaining his composure and the pack set off after Siegfried’s scent again.
The Hunter did not know just how much this mission was going to change his life. And Siegfried was about to find out perhaps there is something more to life than just running away. Kirya would soon get her wish of getting out of that boring place of a village. The lives of these three canines and more, would soon be changed forever.