You are grounded young man!
As much as he'd wanted to get the kids back to the pack lands as soon as possible he wasn't going to force them to move through the desert so they'd made a detour. Finally they drew close to the pack's borders and while Torin knew that he could have just as easily moved the children back into the pack lands he had a point to make. Torin stopped at the borders and tipped his head back to call for their mother, his summons of Jewell had just left his lips when he spotted Célestin plodding happily towards the pack lands. "Arrêt!" He snapped, glaring at the pup as he stopped in his tracks. "Both of you are going to have to tell your mom why you left the packlands without an adult." He turned to look at Bastyan as well, before settling on his haunches to wait for his sister. |
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Walking behind Uncle Torin, following him all the way back to the pack land, was stressful enough. At the time, leaving the pack seemed like the best move for Bastyan. He needed to get out of the comforts and cushions of his families lifestyle, and out into the real world, so he could prove himself to be just as capable of looking out for himself as his other siblings. Bas was the runt, and everyday he was reminded of it as he watched his other siblings sprout up like red wood trees while he remained just a little poplar seed. But out in the world, he was just like any other pup; too small for the world. His train of thought was cut extremely short when he bumped into Uncle Torins towering legs, popping his nose in the process. Hearing that Bas and his brother Celestin would have to face their mother, immediately, made his ears fall flat against his skull. Out of all the wolves he left behind, leaving his mother had to be one of the hardest. He loved his mother very much, and would hate to know his absence caused her pain. "Uncle Torin do we have to do that right now? I really just want to see everyone again. I missed them a lot." He tried to slither his way out of it, a cringing look still on his face as he imagined the conversation to come.
"Speech"
The trek back home had been so long, and Uncle Torin hadn't offered to carry either Célestin or his brother. So by the time they got there the boy was exhausted, his mind was only on getting to hunker down in his mother's den and rest for the next week. As he started to pad heavily towards the inner part of the pack lands, his uncle suddenly snapped at him. Célestin pulled his ears back and froze where he was. Uncle Torin sounded angry and the boy couldn't figure out why. He hadn't done anything wrong as far as he was concerned and yet his uncle spoke like he'd broken every single rule that existed! The pup flopped back onto his butt with an indignant huff. Bas whined and Célestin jumped to his paws, staring a this Uncle. "No Fair! If Bas gets to go in how come I can't?" He demanded, shooting his brother the dirtiest look his tiny puppy face could muster... which wasn't all that effective in reality. Walk, "Talk", Think |
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HE watched as his mom rushed to embrace them both and gushed out french to them both. He watched as tears streamed down her face and she thanked Uncle Torin. He hung back, the weaklings would get no sympathy from him. He had missed them but they had broke the rules and made Uncle torin and from the smell of it Zell. Only once his mom grew quiet did he move forward to be anywhere near him. His tail lifted and his head was held high. He gave a short growl as he eyed them both. Then he let loose, Torin would understand it likely but his mom would not, most likely anyway. "You two weaklings should be girvined for this. You ran away, made mom suffer, caused Uncle Torin to have to take time out of his duties to find you. You two really think you deserve your place here in this pack? I think you should work for it until you've earned your place here." HE was harsh and angry with his words. Someone had to make them see they were priveldged to ive here, and if he was the only one to do it then he would. He didn't keep it secret he sought to one day take over the pack. he would challenge for it if he had to.
She was quick to trot off in the direction of her brother. Hope clenched in her chest that he had found something and hadn't had to fight for their custody. When she arrived they were all three there. All three of her boys, which included torin. She couldn't help but smile and wag her tail furiously. She rushed forward enveloping both of her sons in her embrace. Tears poured freely from the relief that they were okay and hadn't been harmed. French came out as fast as she could talk. "Mes garçons! J'étais tellement inquiet pour toi. Dieu merci, vous êtes tous les deux d'accord! Vous n'êtes blessé nulle part êtes-vous?" She stopped gushing for a second before she looked up. Her blue eyes looked to Torin. She was inspecting him for injury, it was obvious. "Merci Torin. Si je peux vous rembourser, s'il vous plaît, faites-le moi savoir ..." She was sincere. She wasn't sure if he needed anything but she would try her damnedest to get whatever he needed for him.
It wasn't long and blaise was joining them. Then came his little speech to his brothers about what they had caused. Her eyes turned on him a glare to give him his warning. He had no right to lecture them when he was twice as unruly and more than a little harsh with them. She didn't have it in her to punish any of her children though.
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Priscilla began bounding through the lands at high speeds -- a feet not exactly the easiest for the tanky female. But when she saw her missing brothers she couldn’t help but give an extra burst of speed to reach them, both angry with them and relieved to see both okay. At least until she heard Blaise speak.
“No.” Priscilla growled, surprising herself at the sound as she rounded on their elder brother. “Enough! I’ve had enough!” The girl’s ears flicked back. “Stop treating everyone like you’re better than them, Blaise, cause you’re NOT.” Her fur fluffed up, and Priscilla was shaking. For the first time in her young life the girl was angry.
“You’re NOT an alpha. You have no right to say they should be punished in that manner… and to think you would even say that about your own brothers? What kind of leader would YOU make anyway!?” The girl moved so that her body was between Blaise and her other two siblings. Her tail curled up over her back, her stance protective. She might have let Blaise walk all over her… but enough was enough. If it wasn’t obvious that the bullying and bottled up emotion within Priscilla wasn’t taking its toll… it should have been then. She wasn’t going like her brother hurt anyone else… she still loved him, as family, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be mad at him.
Stepping forward to stand right over Blaise, he stared down at him with a hard gaze. "Silence pup! You have no authority here, do you understand!?" He turned his gaze to Priscilla for a moment, though his anger wasn't for her. She seemed sweet, and if what she said was true then this pup would need some discipline. "If I catch wind of you starting any trouble, then perhaps you'll be the one in that rank. Your brothers too! It seems trouble just runs in your family, doesn't it?" Gaze turned to Jewell then, "Your mother should have had that rank several times over. Yet here she is. Keep a better eye on your kids, Jewell. It's not the packs responsibility to keep an eye on them all day, every day." Were his words harsh? Of course. He was angry that she wasn't being careful. then again, she never was, was she? Had Kairi gone and done what Jewell did, he would be equally as pissed. But his daughters knew better. And Jewell had been around long enough to learn...and yet, she didn't.
He turned to look at Torin, anger still boiling inside, and he knew Torin wouldn't like what he said. But these things were serious, and if it wasn't fixed now then it never would be. "What do you plan to do? Should we call Frost?"
Torin was tired, he was stressed, he had a million other things he'd rather be doing right now beyond having to delegate discipline for two kids. "Neither of you are going anywhere." He rumbled, glancing at his nephews. Zell had been quiet the whole time and Torin felt like he was hyper-aware of his father, though his attention was drawn to his sister as soon as she arrived. He watched as she showered her lost children with love and the barest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. Then she turned her gaze on him and he shook his head. "Non." He spoke gently, meeting his sister's gaze. "They're my family too, you don't owe me anything." He was genuine in his refusal. Then Blaise and Priscilla joined them and the boy went on a tirade; Torin stifled a beleaguered sigh as he heard his nephew rip into Célestin and Bastyan. But before he could respond his niece chimed in and Torin's brows shot up slightly as he witnessed what was probably the result of many weeks stewing on what was clearly Blaise's normal behavior. And before he could respond to that his father was suddenly ranting... at a child. Something in Torin shifted as he heard the words flying from Zell's lips. Maybe it was how tired he was, maybe it was the stress, maybe he was sick but his normally impassive facade cracked; his eyes narrowed, lips twitching as his anger bubbled slowly to the surface. Torin rose to his paws, staring with open anger at his father. Zell turned to look at him and asked about Frostbite and for the briefest of moments, he was reminded that the change of rank had yet to be made public. "You don't have that authority either." He growled, stepping in so that he was placing himself between his father and Jewell and her kids. His gaze was cold as he spoke, his rage only just barely contained. "On my authority as Kaliq these boys will be spared the rank of Girvin." He spoke with as much authority as he could muster, though his anger was not lessened and he emphasized his rank, making it clear where he stood with his father in this instant. "Their punishment will be that for the next three weeks they are to be accompanied by an adult at all times within the pack lands and until they turn a year old they are not to leave the pack lands without accompaniment and permission from both their mother and either me or Frostbite." He flashed a glance really quickly at Blaise as he spoke the next part but directed most of it at his father. "And if anyone has any issues with my decision they can take it up with me personally." He cast a glance back at his sister, his gaze softening slightly. "For now, they are free to go and rest." Then he turned his attention back towards Zell, his face hardening again. "I also will not stand for anyone needlessly antagonizing anyone else. Especially not from adults who should know better." His family seemed to be drifting away and it tore him up inside to see the family that was still around clashing, but he could not excuse his father for treating a pup that way and much less a woman who had faced so much pain in her life. He hadn't wanted to pull rank for this, but his anger had been sudden and encompassing. It was a rare sight, in truth, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this enraged. He stared at his father, almost daring him to challenge him. His posture was that of an alpha, his tail high over his rump and chin tilted upwards. In truth, he hoped Zell would back down but he didn't necessarily trust that would happen. |
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After he spoke his words, everything began to happen so fast. Celestin began to complain about unfair treatment between the two of them, and Bastyan nearly rolled his eyes at the comment. He felt treated differently? Bas was the runt and treated like he might hurt himself just by breathing. Next thing he knew, their beautiful mother was bounding towards them, closing both of the boys into a hug and nearly suffocating poor little Bas. While he expected harsh words, he was surprised to hear concern. He took one sideways glance at Celestin before smiling back at his mother. "Yes, mom, we're fine. We missed you." The colorful pup stood up on his hind legs to give his mother's cheek a good long lick, his tail wagging softly behind him. No matter what, Bastyan would always have a special spot in his heart for his mother.
Next to arrive was their brother, Blaise. His words were quick and harsh, full of hate Bas couldn't quite place. Even since they were very young, Blaise had always been a bit of a jerk, and even though his words might ring some truth, that didn't spare him from being a monster. Immediately Bas stood up and walk to stand beside Celestin, anger evident in his features as his tiny lips began to curl upwards, his ears flatten against his skull. "What have you done to deserve a spot handed to you, Blaise?" He spat, ready for more harsh words, but again, the world moved too fast.
Next to appear was their darling sister, Priscilla. She stood in front of both of the brothers, against Blaise, and unleashed a whole world of anger on the red male. Immediately Bastyan's eyes widen and turned to Celestin wondering if he had any clue where this came from. Priscilla was always such a nice sister, at least from what he could remember... so who was this before them? Bas liked her like this, especially since her fury was turned on Blaise. Suddenly Zell was there, yelling at him too. When did he get here? So many wolves were popping up, Bas could hardly keep track. He would finally just sit back down, realizing the world was spinning too fast for him anyway and he would just watch the show from now on.
Uncle Torin, who had always been kind and quiet, sudden unleashed. Bastyan didn't know what rank anyone held anymore, but it sounded like Uncle Torin was pretty high up now a days. He sat and listened, silently happy that Celestin and him would be spared such a dishonorable rank. But their punishment was truly that; a punishment. Cel and him would be trapped in their homeland until they were a year old, required to have an adult or adult permission to go anywhere. He wanted so badly to groan, but he knew if he had complained, his punishment would be worse. He looked up to his uncle, a sad smile on his face. "Yes, Uncle Torin." He would then walk over to Priscilla, rubbing his tiny form against hers in a sort of greeting and thanking. As he walked by Blaise, he would glare at him, still not understanding his anger towards either of his siblings. Once he was by Jewell he would lean against her long legs, looking back towards Celestin. She would lead them back and he would be very glad. His tiny paws were very sore from walking all day. He would just be glad to be sleeping in his old den once again.
"Speech"
Uncle Torin scolded him and Célestin did his best to look ashamed, which wasn’t convincing at all. His maman approached and began to smother him and Bas, she asked if they were alright and Célestin joined his voice in trying to reassure his mother. "T'inquiète pas maman, nous sommes d’accord." He said, doing his best to reassure his mother. That was the first moment is occurred to him that maybe him leaving had caused his family any worry, and this time when his ears pulled back the guilt on his face was real. As soon as his mother moved on to talk to Uncle Torin, Blaise saw his moment to butt in and be a little bully. Bas spoke up and Célestin gave his brother a nudge and nodded grinning, then Priscilla spoke up and Célestin couldn’t help but laugh. "Good to see you’re just as unpopular as ever Blaise." He teased, not totally unmaliciously. Just as the words were leaving his lips Zell pushed forwards from where he had been lurking behind the pups; having made the whole trip back towards the packlands in silence. Célestin shrunk back as some of the angriest, meanest things the pup had ever heard were flung at his brother and mother. For a moment the tiny pup’s eyes filled with fear; fear of the man that loomed over him as he threatened him and his brothers and his mother. Then some small part of him perked, and though he was still terrified and that was clear in his eyes the boy bristled. Only he was allowed to talk to Blaise like that! He straightened and a tiny puppy growl pulled from his throat, though it quivered with the fear he felt for the man. Then Uncle Torin was pushing between Célestin and his family and the yelling man. And Uncle Torin, strict but quiet Uncle Torin exploded at the man in kind. The child had yet to grasp the dynamic at play in this confrontation but he could feel the tension emanating from his uncle; the man seemed a live wire. Ready to spring and only just holding himself back from doing so. Not that the pups understood why. If Uncle Torin was defending them why wasn’t he just attacking Zell, that’s what you did to protect your family right? Even as he stepped up to protect their mother Uncle Torin told them they weren’t escaping the confrontation unpunished and as much as Célestin wanted to grumble and complain he was too afraid to do so. What if either of these bigger, stronger wolves turned on him… or worse one of his siblings or mother? Instead he nodded solemnly and hurried to hide behind his mother’s legs. Watching the fighting with wide fear filled eyes. As his family was dismissed he turned, eager to be away from this fight he didn’t understand. He was only just aware of Frostbite coming to try and break up the fighting and he hurried away, thinking of his mother’s warm den and the comfort of his family around him. Walk, "Talk", Think |
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