New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

She surreptitiously stuck out her tongue at Venom as her sister side-eyed her. True to his words, Archon didn't begin his sermon until they were all here. Cala glanced around. The pelts had filled with her siblings and half-siblings. There were so many! It was even more obvious when they were all grouped together like this. Sometimes it was easy to forget how many of them there were when they were spread out across the pack and among their different dens.

When Cal suggested she should headbutt another one of their siblings, Cal giggled but didn't have the heart to do it. Not in front of Archon. She was young still and had a healthy fear of rules. As he began to speak, she paid half-attention. It was a lot to take in at once. They were gods? Cool, she guessed. But it still felt a little bit like a game of pretend. Playing in the dirt, though, was something she could get behind!

Cal butted her head into the ground a few times to try and take the edge off of her pain. Once the ache in her head had dulled, she tried sketching a few designs. They were mostly meaningless squiggles. What set her apart? What would represent her? She drew a few circles with a circle, then smeared it away. After she hit an artistic block, she eyed the scrawling of her other siblings.