Chapter 3
The Little White Pup
The Day of Presentation soon arrived. R'Lorn was happy to see D'Cor acting kindly towards G'Mork. Whereas she used to speak of presentation with dread, she now seemed anxious for its arrival.
After grooming each pup, R'Lorn and D'Cor proudly lead their litter for the first time out of the den where they had stayed since their birth. D'Cor found it odd as they passed though the 'village' that when any Warg would glance at her litter they would still go about their business as though they hadn't noticed IT.
G'Mork followed his father closely. He didn't want to be anywhere near his mother. She was always so cruel to him. Strangely enough she didn't think he knew what was going on. He was learning to speak to speak already; however. He never spoke in front of his mother for fear of what she might do to him. He had no idea what he had done. At first he thought it was because he bit too hard when he nursed. Now he hardly bit down at all, yet despite his efforts the beatings continued. What was worse was that his siblings, whom he had realized had no idea what they were doing, started beating on him as well. He knew that they did it only to imitate mother. He wanted to ask so badly, but he knew the time wasn't right.
R'Lorn watched as several other families presented their litters. Suddenly something caught his eye. The family of An'Dar and Sha'Nae who were in line in front of them, and were good friends of theirs, had a white pup. This was strange indeed. There was as much superstition about white Wargs as black ones. The difference was that a white Warg was a sign of peace, prosperity, and stability. The pup was as pure white as G'Mork was pure black. The pup's fur was an iridescent white. When the light touched it, it looked like it was glowing. He glanced at his mate just as she caught sight of the little white pup. For a long time she just stared at its sheer beauty.
D'Cor couldn't believe it. She looked at Sha'Nae with utter jealousy. Why was it that Sha'Nae had the pleasure of giving birth to such a wonder, while she had given birth to death incarnate. She looked away. It was too much to bear. It seemed almost impossible, yet the little pup was walking over towards her with its eyes fixed on something. It, which she now knew was a she, walked right by her.
G'Mork had never seen anything so wonderful in his lifetime. Even now he was on sensory overload. As custom, he and the rest of his litter had been kept in their underground den for their first three months. He had never been out in the sun before. It was so warm and so beautiful out here. He couldn't imagine anything more wonderful. Then suddenly something caught his attention. It seemed to shine in the sun. It was another pup. And her eyes were glued to him as she walked towards him. He was in a daze as she neared him. She spoke to him quietly.
"Can you speak?" She asked.
"Well, a little." He answered. "What's your name?" his voice shook a little. This was his first real conversation. He hoped he wouldn't mess up.
"Shin'Da. What's yours?" she spoke quietly.
"G'Mork." He answered. He hoped it wouldn't scare her. He didn't know what his name meant, but every time his mother said it, it sounded as though it must mean something awful.
"That's a nice name." She said smiling.
He was very surprised by her warm response. Then suddenly he felt a dread. His mother's cold eyes were on him. He knew by now what would soon follow. Even though it wouldn't be immediate because his father was there. However, he knew he would receive another beating when he returned home. Just as soon as his father left for any reason he was going to 'get it'.
D'Cor watched, as the two seemed to converse. Neither one was old enough to speak yet. She wondered what fate the little demon had planned for the little beauty. No doubt he was already planning her demise. In her eyes the white pup was the only hope of holding back the evil this monster possessed.
He moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "You need to leave, my mommy looks angry."
"Okay," she whispered back. Shin'Da was sad to leave her newfound friend, but she felt she had to. His voice was far too urgent to ignore. She walked away from little G'Mork looking back at him constantly. She liked looking at his beautiful black fur. He seemed to be so special too. None of her siblings could speak yet, and because she didn't want to seem abnormal she kept it a secret. Apparently G'Mork did the same. It struck her as odd that he feared his Mother so badly. It made no sense. All mothers loved their pups and treated them with care. Didn't they?
G'Mork felt strange. He had never known anything of companionship. His father was the only Warg alive that ever treated him with any amount of true compassion. He had believed that was the way it would always be. He had just made his first friend made a friend. He actually felt happy.
The Little White Pup
The Day of Presentation soon arrived. R'Lorn was happy to see D'Cor acting kindly towards G'Mork. Whereas she used to speak of presentation with dread, she now seemed anxious for its arrival.
After grooming each pup, R'Lorn and D'Cor proudly lead their litter for the first time out of the den where they had stayed since their birth. D'Cor found it odd as they passed though the 'village' that when any Warg would glance at her litter they would still go about their business as though they hadn't noticed IT.
G'Mork followed his father closely. He didn't want to be anywhere near his mother. She was always so cruel to him. Strangely enough she didn't think he knew what was going on. He was learning to speak to speak already; however. He never spoke in front of his mother for fear of what she might do to him. He had no idea what he had done. At first he thought it was because he bit too hard when he nursed. Now he hardly bit down at all, yet despite his efforts the beatings continued. What was worse was that his siblings, whom he had realized had no idea what they were doing, started beating on him as well. He knew that they did it only to imitate mother. He wanted to ask so badly, but he knew the time wasn't right.
R'Lorn watched as several other families presented their litters. Suddenly something caught his eye. The family of An'Dar and Sha'Nae who were in line in front of them, and were good friends of theirs, had a white pup. This was strange indeed. There was as much superstition about white Wargs as black ones. The difference was that a white Warg was a sign of peace, prosperity, and stability. The pup was as pure white as G'Mork was pure black. The pup's fur was an iridescent white. When the light touched it, it looked like it was glowing. He glanced at his mate just as she caught sight of the little white pup. For a long time she just stared at its sheer beauty.
D'Cor couldn't believe it. She looked at Sha'Nae with utter jealousy. Why was it that Sha'Nae had the pleasure of giving birth to such a wonder, while she had given birth to death incarnate. She looked away. It was too much to bear. It seemed almost impossible, yet the little pup was walking over towards her with its eyes fixed on something. It, which she now knew was a she, walked right by her.
G'Mork had never seen anything so wonderful in his lifetime. Even now he was on sensory overload. As custom, he and the rest of his litter had been kept in their underground den for their first three months. He had never been out in the sun before. It was so warm and so beautiful out here. He couldn't imagine anything more wonderful. Then suddenly something caught his attention. It seemed to shine in the sun. It was another pup. And her eyes were glued to him as she walked towards him. He was in a daze as she neared him. She spoke to him quietly.
"Can you speak?" She asked.
"Well, a little." He answered. "What's your name?" his voice shook a little. This was his first real conversation. He hoped he wouldn't mess up.
"Shin'Da. What's yours?" she spoke quietly.
"G'Mork." He answered. He hoped it wouldn't scare her. He didn't know what his name meant, but every time his mother said it, it sounded as though it must mean something awful.
"That's a nice name." She said smiling.
He was very surprised by her warm response. Then suddenly he felt a dread. His mother's cold eyes were on him. He knew by now what would soon follow. Even though it wouldn't be immediate because his father was there. However, he knew he would receive another beating when he returned home. Just as soon as his father left for any reason he was going to 'get it'.
D'Cor watched, as the two seemed to converse. Neither one was old enough to speak yet. She wondered what fate the little demon had planned for the little beauty. No doubt he was already planning her demise. In her eyes the white pup was the only hope of holding back the evil this monster possessed.
He moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "You need to leave, my mommy looks angry."
"Okay," she whispered back. Shin'Da was sad to leave her newfound friend, but she felt she had to. His voice was far too urgent to ignore. She walked away from little G'Mork looking back at him constantly. She liked looking at his beautiful black fur. He seemed to be so special too. None of her siblings could speak yet, and because she didn't want to seem abnormal she kept it a secret. Apparently G'Mork did the same. It struck her as odd that he feared his Mother so badly. It made no sense. All mothers loved their pups and treated them with care. Didn't they?
G'Mork felt strange. He had never known anything of companionship. His father was the only Warg alive that ever treated him with any amount of true compassion. He had believed that was the way it would always be. He had just made his first friend made a friend. He actually felt happy.