Russian Rouxlette.

• Silver Grulla.
• Dorsal Stripe.
• Chocolate Hues.
• Muscular.
• 15.2 hh.

• Shy.
• Stubborn.
• Gentle.
• Dreamer.
• One of a Kind.

Post was written in first person, but I am adaptable to all persons of writing. Unfortunately, its of an old wolf character of mine. If it is unsatisfactory I will gladly write one as Roux.

My story begins from when I was still a pup, two weeks after I was allowed to leave the den for the first time. My mother was preparing to take my brothers and I back to the pack. I could feel the excitement buzzing through my two older siblings like wild fire. Me on the other hand I was fearing the worst. With hackles raised that early morning I poked my head out of the den after my mother began to lead the way. My eyes were squinted because of the sunlight that I hadn't quite adjusted to, and my maw was parted enough to take in the morning scents. Though I was hesitant I followed after my mother, after one warning glare that is. My brothers rushed out behind me their yips of excitement making my rough fur bristle even more. I didn't like this one bit.



After an hour of walking in what seemed like a giant circle to me at the time we finally saw the sights of another wolf. A much larger and muscular one than our mother. I stared at him, no, I glared at him. Even with his welcoming smile, he seemed off. Thankfully, my brothers had quieted their excitement at the sight of him. I could sense Jange's fear flying through the sky, and Siliah's tense curiousity. Even my mother tensed in her walk as we approached him. I heard mother's voice, "Greetings Captain." That tender voice the three of us ever heard was gone. It was replaced by something that was marked with regret or fear, I wasn't sure. What I was sure of was when I probably shouldn't have over heard her whisper, "Please, do not treat them the way you treated the others. I'm begging you." I could tell there was a whine of plead stuck her throat that she refused to vocalize.



"Don't be silly, Justice! I can promise no harm will come to these little bundles of joy." The dark grey muzzle parted into a booming laughter, and the brute threw back his head. I didn't like him. Not one bit.



Then it dawned on me, "Little?!" I squeaked. There was no way my infant voice could out vocalize that thunderous laugh, but he stopped. His gaze quickly fixed onto me. The golden glare attempted to pierce into me but I drew back my upper lip and snarled. I may be just a mere pup, and I may be tiny in a sense but there was no way this jerk could scare me. Yet, before I could voice myself once again my mothers grey leg stepped in front of me. Her back was turned towards me and my brothers. I knew by her stance that she was staring up at him, pleading. Siliah's rough pelt brushed against mine on my side, as did Jange's. Only Jange leaned into me, quivering.



"That runt better not cause me any problems Justice. If she does I will disciplne her myself." I could hear the brute, I believe Captain is his name, drawing in a breath and snarling each word carefully.



"That won't be neccessary!" Mother's pleading voice chimed in, once again before I could make any other remarks. "Chance will behave herself, I promise." I knew all to well what begging sounded like. Jange was amazing at it, but hearing Mother beg was a different story. I had never seen such a glorious creature of power cower so easily, but then again this was the only beginning of my life. I hadn't seen much. I hadn't seen much at all.



Captain seemed to take her begging with ease, and he closed his golden orbs. "Come along, the pack is waiting." He muttered while turning away from us. Not such a warm welcome after all. My mother sighed in relief, and her gentle loving gaze look back at us. I saw the worry, the fear, and the sorrow in one glance as she turned back to follow after the male.



I heard Jange murmur to Siliah and me, "He s-s-scared Mum, can you i-i-imagine just how s-s-s-scary he might actually be?" His quivering body could barely hold itself up. I swear the pup was going to pee himself! Shrugging him off of me so that we could follow after our mother, I took in his statement to mind.



Siliah answered before me, "Jange, we can't let him see our fear. He'll use it to his advantage. Like he has on Mum."



"Siliah's right, Jange. If we let that jerk control us we'll end up begging and pleading ourselves. Not as if you don't already do that." I said quite boldly.



"Chance!"



"What? Its true!" That's when I felt my mother's stare. It stopped me in my tracks for a few moments. Letting Jange and Siliah get the lead behind Mother. "Sorry," I muttered feeling guilty now. I dropped my head in shame, but threw myself into action as I noticed I was being left behind.



By the time we reached the rest of the pack, our new home, I had grown impatient. My maw was parted taking in all the new scents, and my baby blue gaze was taking in all the new sights. The land was bare, scattered with dead trees, and the sky seemed to be dull in its grey clouded coverage. The other wolves were scrawny, their coats were unnaturally dark, and their gaze show'd pity. There were other pups lounging about, but they had no intrest in the three of us. I grew more and more uneasy by the second. My hackles stood on end, and my ears were erect at every little sound. I wasn't sure if Siliah felt the same way or not as his pace slowed. I could see his head move to switch his gaze, but the movement was snail like. As for Jange, I really do think he peed himself on the way over. He reeked with fear, intensely. Mother's strong pace had faded into a sluggish move. Her ears were lowered, and she held her head below her shoulder blades. No, every wolf here held their head below the height of their shoulders. Giving each and every one of them a sullen and sunken look. That is except for Captain. He held his head high and proud, along with his tail. That jerk was alpha.



I could feel the disgusted sneer smother across my muzzle. My baby blue hues pierced into a glare towards him. I had to do something about him. Stopping in my tracks I pulled my head from its shy and shameless pity to the same stance he had his at. My chest stuck out, and my hind legs enlongated. Even though it was tiny and unintimidating I snarled. My upper lip was curled back, and I knew I was revealing my ivory teeth. I could feel the air wafting through them. It seemed as though my attempt wasn't enough, and so I barked, "Hey!" He stopped. Turned around, and his golden fixture was positioned on me. My precious little sneer miraculously turned into a sly smirk, "Yeah, you." He lifted a brow at me. "Don't play dumb, you know what I want." I challenged, and he just kept staring at me.



"Justice, that pup is becoming a nuisance." Captain moved his gaze into a glare towards my mother. Her tail tucked between her hind legs and she gave me a look that begged me to not do this. Siliah simply gawked at everything going, and Jange was curled up into a cowering ball on the ground. The other wolves were watching, their movements were uncertain. I, on the other hand, held my ground.



Later on that evening in the nursery den just as Siliah and I curled up next to mother Captain walked in. Jange came limping in after him, a terrified look upon his face. Of course I snorted knowing the look that he peed himself, but I glared upwards in disgust at Captain. He stared at Siliah then at my mother and spoke, "The black one will be my heir, since the oldest is nothing but an omega." I noticed he had snorted in disgust at Jange, and by hearing those words I suddenly felt sorry for my brother. My glare softened as I turned my gaze towards Jange. Who returned my gaze but with a look that screamed out for help.



Siliah spoke up before Captain turned to leave, "Sir, I don't believe I'm fit for Alpha." This shocked even me, even more so when he added, "I believe Chance is the rightful heir." This seemed to infuriate Captain though.



Roaring at Siliah, "That mongrel of a pup is no rightful heir! She should have her hide ripped off, and fed to the deer. She'd make better foilage than an alpha." I could feel his piercing golden glare stab into me like a million shards of ice. How dare he insult me! I felt my pelt prickle. My mother nuzzled against me, softly. Her attempts to calm me were failing. Even as Captain swung around on his heels and walked back out into the night. I detested him. He detested me. Forever mutual sworn enemies. - - -



I left the pack when I was old enough to care for myself. I would go into detail as to all the things he did to me, but that doesn't matter. I was too strong headed for the bastard to break. Siliah unfortunately turned his back on me, but he feared me just as much. I was an outcast in my own family. Jange left with me, but he didn't follow under my lead. I'm sure I'll run into him someday in the future. Until then I'm stuck with out friends. With out family. With out anyone.