01-09-2025, 10:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2025, 02:52 PM by Igor. Edited 1 time in total.)
For @Cassian <3
Igor had lived to be an old wolf in his homeland. He had sired many children with his beautiful mate, a union blessed by both moon and stars, and through them had become a revered grandfather, rich in tales and wisdom. His family was an expansive oak, roots deeply set in the earth, thriving in ways Igor had once scarcely allowed himself to dream. Prior to him taking over rulership, his pack was small, weak, barely hanging on by a thread as they suffered from sickness and starvation.
It wasn't until his father died and Igor took on the mantle of leadership as his own did the pack start thriving. It was his first act as leader that he made his most fateful decree that would change the lives of his pack: they would migrate, leaving behind the familiar comforts of their ancestral land, a place held sacred by his kin for generations before his own. This decision, however, cast ripples of dissent through the elders of the pack, who clung tightly to the sacred tenets of tradition. They warned him of the gods’ wrath, of the shame that would befall them, yet Igor stood resolute. He understood the weight of tradition but refused to become mired in it. He believed in the promise of tomorrow, in the unfurling path of the future—a future that demanded courage, even if it meant angering the very gods they praised. Igor could not forsake the future of his pack to please the elders of his home.
As the seasons passed the pack began to flourish under his watchful gaze until they grew into a powerhouse of resilience and unity that they were known for today.
Now, in the twilight of his years, Igor lay upon a bed fashioned from the tanned hides of their hunts—soft, fragrant, and cradling him in a warmth built from years of love and labor. His body, once a vessel of strength, now relaxed, watched over by the gentle presence of his beloved wife, their offspring, and the bright eyes of grandchildren who held within them the flickering embers of his legacy. As the breath of life ebbed from his body—slow and deliberate, like the waning sun—he felt an abiding serenity. His heart swelled with quiet conviction; his chosen heir was a reflection of his own spirit—thoughtful, strong, empathetic yet unyielding. With the counsel of his mother by his side, the future was bright with promise. A strong support system his son had; everything every leader needed during their own crowning.
With those musings in mind Igor passed away blissfully and without worry for his pack’s future.
The first thing Igor recognized when he came to awareness was the freezing cold ground that leeched any body warmth he might have had from his body. His muscles and joints ached and when he shifted he felt several pops and cracks. A grunt left him as he blinked weary blue gray eyes open to witness a vast landscape smothered in a blanket of white snow. The sky, a mass of deep blue and black sprinkled with stardust and glowing with an aurora borealis greeted him. It was nothing new to witness per say, but what ticked him off of this place being someplace different was the fact he woke alone with no one by his side and the scent of a pack filtering through his nose prompted him to stand.
He was trespassing even if he had not meant to. Waking up in a land so foreign from his own was odd enough, something that would normally send someone else panicking. Not Igor though as he stood there like a stalwart rock, unmovable and outwardly unflappable. The man lifted his head to the sky and let out a howl, one to announce his presence. He could only hope for forgiveness for erring.
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