Post by mayday<3 on Sept 18, 2013 14:01:00 GMT -5
A harsh Autumn breeze washed over the land, sending a eerie essence over the territory. Things had changed in the past few months, between spring and now, the mafia went from being together to missing its leader. Soft paws traveled slowly, one by one, they walked. Their scents matching the smell that lingered along the grass and tress, home they where, but home wouldn’t be called home for too much longer. Sadness covered the hearts and minds of the three heirs. Lost, depressed and the last remains of the kingdom walked with their heads down, in a single file line. Baron, the large brown brindle male, took the lead, with Benito, the younger version of his brother in the middle, and Callie, the small, sable and white, mafian princess. In each of their eyes showed despair and misery. Within months, everyone and everything they loved vanished. As if a large natural disaster took everything out, but in reality, all great kingdoms collapse eventually.
Walking up the wooden porch, where their great father once sat upon, Callie’s voice choked, making her cough, as tears slipped out of her bi-cameral eyes. Her father, her beloved father was now gone. Murdered by his own son and Lieutenant. Treachery had occurred under the nose of everyone, and though Callie knew Nero the best, she would had never would had thought he would had killed their father. Turning to Baron and Benito with tear filled eyes, she gave a half fallen smile. This is the house that I will always call home. She whispered, looking at her young brother. His brown and white body, so small compared to his completely brown brother, but for only being six months old, he was larger than the three year old female.
Chewing on his lip, anxiety raced through the body of young pup. This was the first time stepping on mafian territory, the first time he has seen the house in which is deceased father had claim. Unfortunately, Benito never got the privilege to meet Ryland before his time. The sadness that his siblings felt, he could not completely relate too. The death of Ryland occurred nearly days after his birth, but that did not mean that he did not feel some kind of emotion. That was his creator, and every son wants their father in their life. He heard the stories about the large blue brindle male, how he had his lustful ways, but was always a father to each one of his children. As he looked upon his two siblings, the grief that lingered off their bodies, the sadness that filled their eyes, the depression that appeared in their voices, Benito knew that Ryland was a father unlike most fathers that occur in the canine world.
C’mon, Cal, Benny, we need to gather the remains of the kingdom. Baron’s voice carried out to the ears of his siblings, the realization of his words registering in the young children minds. Sighing, Benito followed Baron, the young male didn’t want to see his homeland for the first time in such circumstances, but he had no choice in the way fate was, and this was destiny, and he and his siblings needed to understand this. Gulping down raw emotions, dark brown orbs scanned over the small body of Callie. He could sense her anxiety, her depression, hard, overpowering emotions stained the fur of the once pretty girl. Slowly, they individuality entered the house. The house had a stale musty scent of the exact same smell that came off his siblings, and even himself, now that he recognized the fragrance.
This was all too surreal, and it seemed to be moving way too quickly. We need to call the pack. Baron’s voice cracked, as the devastating words escaped his jaws. When he was a pup, the words he had just said would had been a blessing- meaning the Mafia was finally his, but now the same words that he once blessed, were now nothing but a curse. The large brown brindle male looked around, crude emotions ran through the male, stirring even more emotions as he looked upon the house that he once called home. Eyes moving down to Callie, her small frame becoming even smaller, Baron gave her a small smile. We must do this, for our father, our homeland, our legacy. We must.
Darkness came over the land, bringing out the stars and the moon. The night seemed heavenly, with a light breeze casting over the territory. Set in the middle of the meadow that overlook the house, laid the bodies of leader Ryland and princess Nina, and a pile of wood underneath them. Surrounding them, where the remaining heirs of the fallen pack, with teary eyes and broken hearts, they stood with silence as they said the personal final blessings to their family members. Moments passed, and Baron lifted his head, releasing a long, sorrowful but powerful yowl. Come Mafians! Baron cried out.
Out of Character: Anyone can come and show respect. If anyone wants close threads afterwards, let me know!
Walking up the wooden porch, where their great father once sat upon, Callie’s voice choked, making her cough, as tears slipped out of her bi-cameral eyes. Her father, her beloved father was now gone. Murdered by his own son and Lieutenant. Treachery had occurred under the nose of everyone, and though Callie knew Nero the best, she would had never would had thought he would had killed their father. Turning to Baron and Benito with tear filled eyes, she gave a half fallen smile. This is the house that I will always call home. She whispered, looking at her young brother. His brown and white body, so small compared to his completely brown brother, but for only being six months old, he was larger than the three year old female.
Chewing on his lip, anxiety raced through the body of young pup. This was the first time stepping on mafian territory, the first time he has seen the house in which is deceased father had claim. Unfortunately, Benito never got the privilege to meet Ryland before his time. The sadness that his siblings felt, he could not completely relate too. The death of Ryland occurred nearly days after his birth, but that did not mean that he did not feel some kind of emotion. That was his creator, and every son wants their father in their life. He heard the stories about the large blue brindle male, how he had his lustful ways, but was always a father to each one of his children. As he looked upon his two siblings, the grief that lingered off their bodies, the sadness that filled their eyes, the depression that appeared in their voices, Benito knew that Ryland was a father unlike most fathers that occur in the canine world.
C’mon, Cal, Benny, we need to gather the remains of the kingdom. Baron’s voice carried out to the ears of his siblings, the realization of his words registering in the young children minds. Sighing, Benito followed Baron, the young male didn’t want to see his homeland for the first time in such circumstances, but he had no choice in the way fate was, and this was destiny, and he and his siblings needed to understand this. Gulping down raw emotions, dark brown orbs scanned over the small body of Callie. He could sense her anxiety, her depression, hard, overpowering emotions stained the fur of the once pretty girl. Slowly, they individuality entered the house. The house had a stale musty scent of the exact same smell that came off his siblings, and even himself, now that he recognized the fragrance.
This was all too surreal, and it seemed to be moving way too quickly. We need to call the pack. Baron’s voice cracked, as the devastating words escaped his jaws. When he was a pup, the words he had just said would had been a blessing- meaning the Mafia was finally his, but now the same words that he once blessed, were now nothing but a curse. The large brown brindle male looked around, crude emotions ran through the male, stirring even more emotions as he looked upon the house that he once called home. Eyes moving down to Callie, her small frame becoming even smaller, Baron gave her a small smile. We must do this, for our father, our homeland, our legacy. We must.
Darkness came over the land, bringing out the stars and the moon. The night seemed heavenly, with a light breeze casting over the territory. Set in the middle of the meadow that overlook the house, laid the bodies of leader Ryland and princess Nina, and a pile of wood underneath them. Surrounding them, where the remaining heirs of the fallen pack, with teary eyes and broken hearts, they stood with silence as they said the personal final blessings to their family members. Moments passed, and Baron lifted his head, releasing a long, sorrowful but powerful yowl. Come Mafians! Baron cried out.
Out of Character: Anyone can come and show respect. If anyone wants close threads afterwards, let me know!