New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

Plague had been napping rather peacefully  at the palace,  he was growing rather fast and it demanded quite alot of calories and rest to keep him at prime condition. Luckily, the pup belonged to quite an active pack and he had not been touched by such afflictions as hunger. It was after his time with the rather large bone he had found, the young god had gone back to the den. After scratching the growing buds of spines that collared his neck, Plague had napped for a while.

It was hearing his father's echo that woke the boy, and he was quick to find his paws. Dashing as fast as he could - with a few stops to scratch at his neck - Plague was disappointed to find he was a bit too late to answer the call. Spotting his sisters and a half-brother were there before him. A determined look crossed his face, and he promised himself to do better next time. Taking a minute to watch what was going on, Plague grinned, but walked passed to sit near his father. "Hello, Father!" He waved his tail and looked up at Archon, "My neck plagues me..." The pup gave a giggle at his own joke, the pun based from his own name. Smiling up at Archon, he then panned his head to watch what unfolded between siblings.