A Thought on Packs

Her sigil was the best one, without a doubt. Calamity had memorized it and could replicate it with almost perfect clarity. Not that she really believed in any of the nonsense her father spouted, but if she was given a task, she was going to give it her all. She would be the best sigil-maker, the best princess, the best... whatever. The pup didn't quite understand where all of her siblings came from - there were a ton of "moms" floating around Ashen. What she did know was that her mom was Deathbelle, and she was the best one. And also the Empress. Which meant she could do whatever she wanted... which was pretty cool. When Cal grew up, she wanted to be able to do whatever she wanted as well.

While Calamity was just as excited to learn about the world around them, she was also eager to suss out where Archon's theories failed. It wasn't in her nature to take anything at face value. Of course she was better than everyone else, but that was just because she was Calamity. The pup wasn't sure how much her awesomeness had to do with being either a Klein or an Abraxas, much less being a god. Being part of Ashen was great, though! All of her family were here.

As she headed out from the den and over to the lake, it wasn't long before she stumbled upon Tox carving her own sigil in the ground. "Is that yours?" She asked, angling her muzzle towards the scratching in the ground. "It's pretty cool, I guess," Cal said stubbornly. Not better than hers. But pretty good. The sisters all had a deep affection for each other, but their distinct personalities were becoming apparent now that they were growing into their individuality. They wouldn't stay cooped up inside the den forever, that was for sure. "Why'd you pick that?" Maybe if Tox could defend it well enough, it would become more interesting.

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