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So sweet, they are both beautiful!! Glad their romance is blossoming so well. |
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| The Stone Covenant Part 1>>Fantasy Story, Cat People, Magic<< |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|08:45 pm] |
PROLOGUE
The game had been played. The God’s themselves had been surprised as to the outcome. Each had invested time and effort into those that they had supported, betting on their favorites, and none had won. Halsfead himself, ruler of the Gods, had been delighted.
Having not bet on the game, he had taken more enjoyment in the others Gods’ continuous back stabbing, knee biting and temper tantrums. More than that though, he had been overjoyed with the identity of the victor. Someone who had showed so little potential, that not one of the Gods had bet on them.
Halsfead cast his great vision to the mortals in universe below and saw the victor, content with anonymity, now hiding; this would not do. While having felt light hearted and overcome with joy as to the victor’s identity, Halsfead now found himself feeling unfulfilled. He found himself sad that the victor hid, that there were no rewards, or banquets. No awe, or legends forthcoming about such an impossible victor, over such impossible odds. Even in the victor’s own mind, the deed was brutally pushed aside, harming more than gratifying. All those lives saved, and not one mortal knew.
Halsfead had decreed long ago that the Gods could no longer meddle in the affairs of mortals, so by his own decree there was little he could do to bring the victor the recognition that they so overwhelmingly deserved. The Gods could guide, endow, even gift, with limitations, but the choice had to be the mortals own. But he was not ruler of the Gods for nothing. He turned to the other Gods. “You have gifted each of your candidates, with wondrous and amazing abilities, and they lost. So I propose a new game....
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The child had been marked by it's destiny early in life. A Zanthear Priestess had stood over his dam’s slightly swollen belly and had declared him a drone, not a Predominant, as his dam had hoped. Predominants were the most gifted and influential of the Zanthear race. Faced with the disappointment of an average child after four unparalleled successes was too much for Shurala, the child’s high standing dam. She had spent most of her life fighting for the position she now had, and that was more important to her than one cub. Her peers had speculated that only Predominants could come from her womb and she would have it no other way. She paid the Priestess a silencing fee and then left. In the months to follow she told no one that she was with child. She starved herself and the infant in her belly to keep up this guise. She had hoped that her body would purge itself of the unworthy cub, but it was not to be. When the cub was finally born weighing a mere six pounds, tiny for his catlike race, there was no one there to celebrate it’s birth. It had taken Shurala less than an hour to birth him and she did not even look at him; merely wrapped him in swaddling, tossed him into a cloth bag and traveled the ten miles it would take to get to her littermate's house. The cub had cried out for the first half hour, but then had either given up or had become too weak from the effort. She had thought, to herself, that if the cub died in transit - all the better.
When her sister had opened the door to her home, Shurala had thrust the bag at her saying, “Here, I thought you might want this.” She quickly stepped around her and entered her home, looking around disgustedly. Junney had let out a cry of distress when she had unwrapped the limp infant. Her mate, Fallom, came to investigate. Sniffing the cub, his lips peeled back from his teeth when he saw the babe still covered in it’s afterbirth and looking so uncared for.
“I thought you might want it,” Shurala said, not looking at the cub, ”seeing as you’re barren.”
The remark cut Junney deeply and her mate, sensing her distress, growled softly.
“I don’t want it,” said Shurala looking around Junney’s kitchen uncaringly. Looking everywhere but at the cub she had birthed. “If you don’t want it, I'll just throw it out.” She plucked a grape from a nearby bowl and popped it into her mouth. Shurala knew Junney would keep the cub, her littermate was weak; all about love and kindness, and keeping the cub would do nothing to her already low status. Fallom had almost advanced on her then, but Junney had put out a restraining hand.
“Of course we will keep him, Shurala. Thank you,” she said instead, her voice neutral. Seeing his mate's complacency Fallom’s hackles rose and his chest swelled.
“Leave here,” said Fallom gruffly to Shurala, “before I lose my temper.”
“Leave here?” Said Shurala haughtily. “I just did you favor, you should be more respectful of your betters.” But her ears flattened against her head at Fallom’s face. She had always feared him, he had always carried himself with a confidence unbefitting an average male. If he had been a Predominant she would have succeeded in stealing him from her littermate, but being only average, he had not been worth the effort.
“No,” he said angrily, “You did the cub a favor; if it lives. Now get out before I do a favor and remove you from the rest of your family.”
The hair stood up on the back of Shurala’s neck, and raising her chin she left. It did not matter that Fallom was an impressive male. Even though all female Zanthear were average, Shurala had only let Predominants court her. She had advised Junney to do the same but Junney wasn't as beautiful as she was and she had the misguided notion, from their dam, that love was more important than status. Shurala was beautiful and she knew it, she had done little work to get her Predominant mate, Kron, to fall head-over- heels in love with her. Males were fools. She would never let a male control her, and her mate would never find out about the cub she had given up.
Junney had not been listening to the two fight. She had been running around the kitchen getting a basin and warm water to clean the neglected cub.
“Does it live?” Said Fallom angrily, torn between making sure the evil female left, and checking on the poor infant.
Junney’s hands trembled as she unwrapped the motionless cub. The swaddling was stuck to his fur with dried afterbirth. His eyes were shut tightly, but that was normal, it would take a few days before they would open; if he lived.
“I’m not sure,” she said to her mate. Junney felt for the baby’s pulse and found a weak one. She sighed heavily and tears filled her eyes.
“Is it dead?” he asked softly.
“No,” she shook her head emphatically. “It hasn’t given up, yet.”
She placed the cub in the basin and began to clean the afterbirth from his fur. As she rubbed with the wet cloth the stimulation woke the neglected cub and he meowed weakly, startled. She smiled. He moved his arms and legs weakly.
“I think it needs to be feed,” Fallom said. “I doubt that evil sister of yours fed him. He’s lucky to be alive.” Fallom had a milking beast in the barn and left to get some. He returned and dipping a corner of a towel into the warm milk he had collected, he encouraged to cub to suckle.
After the cub had been cleaned and fed, Junney lay with him in her arms, looking at him wonderingly. Fallom joined her. He sensed a fierce will to live in the cub and admired him for it, in the face of his dams’s neglect.
“We should name him,” said Fallom tenderly, as he ran a finger over the cub’s soft furred head, the action causing it’s hair to spike. Fallom laughed. His heart swelled seeing the way his mate glowed.
“Maybe I should ask Shurala what she wants him to be named,” she said.
Fallom’s hackles rose.
“You will do no such thing,” he said angrily. “She did not want him. By the Gods Junney, she was going to throw him away! He is ours now, we will name him.”
Junney nodded. Even though she had the cub in her arms, it would take awhile for her to trust that he would be staying. It would be just like her sister to give her the cub and then change her mind and take him back. She would not be able to handle it if she became attached to the little cub and he was then taken away. But how could she not become attached? Her heart reached out to the little cub, it swelled as he clung to her.
“We will call him Tobias,” she said softly. “After your sire.”
“Yes,” he said softly, touched by the choice, “I like it too. Tobias.”
He reached a hand down and stroked the cub’s dark gray belly. Tobias’ hand clenched around his finger, his sharp claws digging in to Fallom’s flesh. He ignored the small hurt.
“Look how big his paws are,” Fallom said to his mate.
“I did not even know Shurala was pregnant,” she said, “and I’m her sister.”
“I’m sure she planned it that way,” he said appalled. They lay in silence for a few moments, watching the cub's small chest rise and fall in shallow breaths.
“Dark gray is such a distinguished color for our males too. He is the spitting image of his grand sire. I wonder why she did not want him?” Junney said.
“It’s not hard to figure out, Junney,” he said thoughtfully. “All of her children are destined for greatness. All the males are Predominants, and the females are destined to become Priestesses. Tobias must be average. Your sister can only ever succeed in all things, she would never settle for mediocrity, even in her children.”
“My sister has no heart,” Junney said sadly looking down at the small miracle of life in her arms. Fallom freed his finger from the cub’s grip and bringing it to his lips said, “I curse the day your Priestess’ started foretelling Predominants from average cubs. I wonder how many have died due to those predictions. It is an abomination to the Gods that they do so. As for your sister, Tobias is a cub, her cub and her mates, how could she not love it? Does her mate even know? Scratch that, I’m sure he's just like her. I’m glad she brought him to us Junney, she has changed his destiny. He will live in a home with love.”
“So you have given up hope for a Predominant cub of your own?” She asked.
Fallom regarded her tenderly.
“You are my mate, Junney, of course I wanted a whole litter of cubs to share with you,” he said, “but that was not to be. Besides, Tobias will be my son, and any son of mine will be great, Predominant or not.”
****** To Be Continued****** |
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