A Thought on Packs

Calamity came to Toxicity's side to take a look at her sigil. She said it was pretty cool, but Toxicity found herself erasing it quickly with her paw. "It's not done yet," she said a little more crossly than she had meant to. "It's supposed to represent family and also God and also the pack, but... it's a little hard to put all of that together into one big circle." She was frustrated. Trying to fit the many parts of her life into one big circle. Trying to make all the right parts stand out.

"The Abraxas, the Kleins... Gods, mortals, spirits, voices, bloodlines, siblings, and half siblings... I have to learn to balance it all." She shook her head, not sure where to start. Instead she drew slow circles in the dirt over and over again. What did it all mean? How could she put all of them in her circle? Not only her sigil, but also her life? "Between Abraxas and Klein and even between the siblings, it's hard to see who or what comes out on top. Surely we have all received blessings- some even more so," Toxicity motioned to her sister's horns. "But how does this work in the large scheme of this life? Of my sigil- my story?"

It didn't make a lot of sense to her. Packs, family, religion, ancestry, royalty, heirs, blessed blood, cursed blood, and all those words meant so much and yet so little. They were all one in the same. Every wolf she looked at was just a wolf. Her siblings had some interesting features, but where did that leave Tox and the other 'normal' pups? Were they less blessed? Less cursed? Or was it the opposite? What about Obi, he wasn't even a wolf to begin with and yet he was someone Toxicity couldn't imagine her father without. They moved as one, like close siblings or like birds as they traveled in arrows across the sky. What was her arrow? What was her direction?

"One of us if the heir to this pack, but there is also an Abraxas pack. That would make this a Klein-Abraxas pack so does that mean there will be another Klein only pack? What about the rest of us that aren't heirs? What do we do? Are we not also chosen? Called to a higher order of being? What will become of us?" Toxicity sought to meet her sister's eyes, her own reflecting great contemplation and the struggles within her own mind. "Will we not be able to stay like this forever?"

wc: 425
twc: 1194