The Reason to Kill

Born loved by one creator, unwanted by another. A life that burns inside my thoughts that lead to my killings. No one understands why...how...what became of me...a well behaved young wolf. Legends circulate but really? Most have no truth what so ever. Events just lead to issues with others...but I show hatred but honestly I know I have love somewhere...left inside...if only not for....Why am I forced to recall all those things that occurred?...
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"Vor...I don't know..." A small, young female whined to her mate, her brown and white fur soft in the dim light. Her mate's black coat blending close to the darkness. The large male examined the small, black, youngling. "My son is fine...don't have doubt in him." "But, Vor...he's awful tiny." The brute huffed a sigh of scorn, "Lesslie..he IS fine...feed him and watch, he'll grow to overcome me....And his name shall be Orlando." Tail lashing at his mate's doubts he abandoned her in the den a moment to get air and calm down.2

Weeks fell away quickly, and just as Vor had suggested, Orlando was getting bigger. Vor was honored that the son he had fathered was growing big, and knew he'd be strong. Lesslie...however, was becoming more and more distrustful. While she loved Vor and she loved his son, the young male seemed....different...as he began to scout his new world...his behavior was anything but like that of a younging. He seemed malicious in actions and attitude. In fact, as he could vocalize better, he nagged about how other wolves in near tribes acted. Some were lazy, some conceited, some were too weak in his vision to exist. Even the other youngsters knew to avoid him...he wasn't like them...Violent in fights, remarks, and refusing to lose. Taking everything serious. "Vor, he's been around you far too long." Lesslie finally mentioned with courage and determination. "Ah, now Lesslie...what's wrong with father son time?" "Nothing...but his actions have been irrational lately." Snorting in annoyance to Lesslie, he looked to Orlando at his feet, smiling. "No worriment are we now son? Do you want to hang with your momsie for a while?" Knowing his son would rather stay with him, however the youngster smiled, tail thudding against the grass covered dirt. Light brown eyes glittering, "okay!" Rushing to Lesslie's side in thrill, even though he'd never admit it, he just wanted to be with his mother sometimes. Vor took him everywhere, everyday, and it was growing ridiculous...even to him. His mother...never really seemed to take interest...now she did! He was ecstatic about being able to hang out with her a while! Vor lashed his tail however in anger and tread off...3

Weeks began to fly by, Orlando was often with his mother, or frolicking with other children. Lesslie was content he was acting better now, and was normal. Vor...however in his demented ways was jealous of his own mate. 'Could Orlando really like her more?' He asked himself that every second of every day. His dark eyes burned with anger when the moments came that Orlando would stay with Lesslie more than him. That brat...he had stuck up for him when that bitch of a mother would've killed him. Nerve to dare think he could do that....What could he do? Sure, steal him from his mother was a choice, but Lesslie wouldn't allow it without a fight. He could try to convince Orlando to love him more....that most likely wouldn't work....There always is the unthinkable though....4

A night came when the stars were bright and the moon was half full, as it tilted on its side like a bowl. The brisk winds outside had drawn all wolves into their dens. "Momma!" Orlando said in a whiny voice, "I don't wanna rest...Another story?" "No, dear." Yawned Lesslie tiredly, "I'll tell you another story tomorrow night, ok?" "Can it be another about the two-legged creatures...what are they?" Lesslie rest her head on Orlando's back very lightly so he would lay down. "Yes dear, the humans that live near here...there's endless stories on them I'll tell. Let us rest now." "Okay, mom..." Halting to yawn before adding, "good-night!" "Sweet dreams." Closing their eyes they began to drift away into rest.5

Scuffles and cries of agony rang out at the beginning of early morning. The sun having not even risen, as evident by the only sounds were of soft struggles. Young Orlando lay unattended, still sleeping, as his mother had been taken from him in a brutal way.6

Tiny eyes peered open, the young pup, searched for his mother by him for warmth. She, however, was gone. Yawning, he supposed she was outside of the den. Rising to his paws, he eagerly bounced out of the den. However, what he saw was not in any way what a young one should see for feet from the den his mother's body lay motionless. Throat torn, stomach ripped open, her eyes still open with fear as if frozen. Eyes widening, Orlando stared in horror at the bloody scene. "M-momma." These words were all he could muster. Confusion, terror, pain, loss, hopelessness, all the winds of his emotions tearing his heart as he realized for the first time death.7

"M-momma....mom....mama!" He repeated over and over out-loud wishing she'd hear and reply. No reply, no movement, no one to comfort the young puppy. Praying to the spirits this was a harsh nightmare, he blinked hard but this was reality. How could something like this happen? Especially to a young, growing pup who loved his mother and thanked them daily for her?8

The young pup looked around for help, no one. All he could find was bloodied paw-prints, leading to the near river. They led from his dead mother, Orlando observed this. Following them carefully, they led straight down to the river, the smell of blood thick in the air. Prints so big, they could only belong to an adult.9

Hiding in a small bush, Orlando looked on as he saw his father and two others at the river's edge. "Sorry Vor, you can't wash the smell away but so well." One explained, Vor nodded in understanding. "Tis true my friend." "Pups know blood too. How will you explain?" Smiling deviously, Orlando's father explained will all simplicity, as if he were just simply breathing. "A rogue male came and killed Lesslie. Before he could kill Orlando, I jumped in and stopped him from the killing of my son. We both bled, but in the end the rogue fled. Orlando just didn't hear....deep sleeper. Easy. He's only a pup, he'll believe anything I say." All spoken in such a honest tone that it was sickening. "Hmm...I like that story, he'll believe it....even I did." The other male smirked, Vor licked a paw and grinned at the comment.
Orlando had heard enough and dashed out from the bushes, crying, running to his father, all the adults surprised by the pup's appearance. "Daddy!...Momma is dead isn't she!?" He hollered as he cried into his father's arm. "Yes, son, she is. A rogue killed her, and I chased him away." Orlando continued to cry, as Vor's other friends left father and son. "Son, there's no need for crying. Would your mother want to see you cry?" Sniffling, Orlando looked up at his father unsure. "Orlando, son, she wouldn't want you to be so distraught. Calm yourself, for we must also mourn her and bury her. Understand?" Nodding slowly, tears still rolling down his face, before Vor stood and began to lead Orlando back to the den.....10

TBC....