Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha

IV

[Quite the numbers of things to discuss now...]

     Aside from the tone of their skins, they looked more like humans. Or to say, they were humans. Like gods who were humans. The tone of their skin was glazed with ash and does have its stray. Everyone there was retaining the human form. They always were. Hardly would he see many of them take the form of wolves. Space shifting wasn't really a thing until they were faced with quite the battles or had reasons to fleshen their rage or suit their wishes. Sundry things did propel sundry reactions from each of them. He knew those he could count on. His father wasn't actually one of them. He had no idea why he was feeling so odd about him. An instinct loaned him the felon fact that he hated the fact that he was the Alpha. Probably he was jealous. He couldn't really be sure. He was making hypotheses. He hadn't made himself an Alpha. He had been made by the mates. His was not to turn the offer down. Was he supposed to? If he was, then the stray did meet its loo. But time had had the best of the cake. There was no need for remonstrations or rusty regret.

      They were seated in a circle and he was standing in the middle. A typical Alpha is expected to sacrifice. A great leader is mindful of his luck and the followers, of the possibility of being leaders one day. He could be very dominant most times, but he was sure that twas rather in a cute way. He could be ferocious, but not with Athena. He looked through and held her in his gaze. She was heavenly. He wouldn't let that get into his head at that moment. He needed to focus. There were clusters of trees littered behind the agora. He was browsing his options. He wanted quite the numbers of plans to supplant but he was conscious of which to come first or not. Being a leader wasn't a cake walk. His choice of words was his priority. His point did take suit. One for the other was at marred mercy. His options were gaunt. He would fleshen them. They were only fourteen at the moment, but he was sure that time would test their trails and complement their wants. He was staying positive. That was all he could do. He remembered the threat of that professed Alpha, he simply wouldn't let it get the best of him. His discourse took their turn:

      [Firstly, after the fall and struggles, here we are.]

      He could here echoes. More of breath-talks. He couldn't make apt meaning of them. Who would? He picked each mate with his greased gaze. He had the intention of damping them with ideas he was yet to splatter. Cleo, the broad chested mate like the trunk of a cursed tree was the only rogue smothering the jolting joy of the pack. He wanted to condone him for a while before he would decide whether or not keep him. He heard him mutter:

        [Swift swift...]

          Ignoring was the best he could do. And of course he did just that. His glottis was itching for pukes:

       [I met with an Alpha. He was aggressive as you would guess. He felt he needed to prove his rage and was shocked at what met with his pride. But he left leaving a threat. He promised to return with his mates and invade our pack. Well, I threw his threat at his face. He couldn't behold the confetti as disappointment chopped it. He was determined. That I'm sure of. What do we do?]

      [We leave this park of course.]

       That was one of the pups. He guessed everyone had been given the freedom and could say whatever they wanted. Even the pups. He had no contention with it, but his rage demanded that whenever the adults deliberate, younglings were to be mute. There contributions should succeed what had been proposed. Dribus, a sentinel read his thoughts through his face:

      [Dan, say nothing anymore.]

      Then rose Dribus. He was aged! The immediate elder brother of Pelasgus, his father. He was allotted great regards back in the agora of the gods. But there in the pack, everyone was a survivor! The only mate whose words could never be tossed inadvertently or fiddled with was the Alpha's. Dribus was one of the mates who stood upon the ground that he should be the Alpha. And since the eldest had proposed a stance, others did have reasons to assume the same. He could see Dribus' legs quaking. He almost told him to seat before the sage picked his words, conscious of cliches and indeliberate strays.

      [There's a point in what Dan said actually. We should leave this pack for another place. We're obviously outnumbered and hardly will stand a chance of victory against them. Why don't we move Eastwards towards the settlements of the humans beside the rill? We could be welcomed or pitch our tents closer to their abode. ]

        He watched him seat as Athena stood. Twas rear. She really would speak on occasions like that. He had no idea what she did have in mind. He noticed Cleo. He couldn't be sure why he was restless. No idea of what he was up to. But who asks tortoise his next move? Of course, even the ant knows that he'll be up to a moaning mischief. Athena assumed a salient stance:

      [Well spoken sage. But let's face the truth. How long can we run? How long will we keep running? What will catch up with us will do! Why not claim our stances and give rage for rage.]

        Cleo stood abruptly. Like in a hibernated haste. Ah! Hell of course was let loose.

      [What has this daughter of Zeus said? She's not even a part of us. Why make decisions for us? A wife should learn to be mute!]

      [The twins!]

      Lycaon ordered as the two soldiers of the pack rolled towards the rogue and bundled him to the porous pit filled with lukewarm coals. He would be there for several hours till instinct whisper to him what was expected of him. What to say and what not to say. 

      Pelasgus seemed indifferent. No mate was to be forced to contribute. One of the rules of the pack. And Lycaon wouldn't, as the Alpha, want to break what he had moulded. There was none going to speak anymore. He looked towards Athena, her visage was decked in shame. He must be fast about his business and be there for her. But he wasn't interested at that moment. He wasn't a husband then, he was an Alpha. Super different. He spoke.

      [Let's sleep over it. We'll have succeeding meetings.]

    The pups were first to rise as they were led, then succeeding ranks till twas the Alpha left with Pelasgus. Dribus felt Pelasgus' indifference and wouldn't tie his fate to that. Lycaon tottered towards his father, he knew he did have quite the loads of things to say. His opinions were always given after the meeting. Not like the backbone informant, but whatever you call it, informant.