All In A Name (Sitca)

[Taske]

What is a name? Once she had been called something else, something warm and said with love, if not by one parent than by the other. It was a name that she loved and was something that she wanted to be called every day of her life, but that part was stripped from her, the name that her mother had gifted her with; a part of her soul torn from her, and ripped to shreds in from of her young mind. It was a blow to her psych, damaging what little confidence that a three month old could have. She was now nothing but a ghost, a thing with no name, forever broken.

The black pup limped, one eye closed against the sting of her fresh wound, she had no idea where she was or where she was heading, and she knew it did not matter, she was going to die a shadow, a ghost. She was nothing, she had no name and no reason to live, so she was going to die and she knew it; and she was also going to die far from the only place she had ever known. She stumbled forward, her world seeming to swirl around her, and the ground rushed up to meet her. The small pup cried out as her tired and wounded body crashed and slid into the underbrush, her world still spinning as her good eye starting to flutter in her exhaustion from the blood loss and the long journey. Oh she was so tired, maybe she should stop fighting it, and finally let the darkness take her. After all she knew that she was on borrowed time, she was no one now, someone without even a name let alone something to live for, yes; the darkness did look good to her small mind, just a little closer.



The bird was a young thing, just out of the nest and still depending on her parents. But something was missing, she could feel it in her feathers, she loved her mother and father, more than anything but Keela knew it was time to stop depending on them for companionship. While growing up the elders told her of a duo, a pair that where so close but yet different. The young eagle flew over the tops of the trees, her golden amber wings shifting the air. She flapped up, her keen eyes scanning the ground for a snack. When her keen eyes spotted blood, a trail of it, maybe the young eagle was going to get lucky and get a free meal, she fallowed it and was taken aback when the trail lead to a small back shape that was not pray animal...

Keela sighed but non-the-less dropped into the trees maybe it was not all lost, maybe the thing was edible anyway, her mother did teach her not to turn a beak from a free meal, even if it was not pray. The bird landed on a branch and looked at the form and then stopped, she felt a small pool, almost like kinship with the poor beast. "You are a hunter..." A child hunter, a sadness pulled at the bird of pray, for she knew just from the sight that the child had not lived long enough to grow into her talons, such a waste... But it felt like something more that kept Keela sitting on that branch, maybe it was curiosity, or hope she had no idea, but something kept the young golden eagle sitting on that branch watching over her...

[Sitca]

Sitca walked through her lands, for what reason she did not know. All she knew is that something was calling her, something needed her help. What was it, she could not shake this feeling, the feeling of someone dragging her to a designated place. Sitca did not question what the motive was of this, but all she knew is that it has to be important. Her tail swayed gently as she padded softly across the land, her ears swiveled on top of her head. Jsut then a gust of wind came dashing in her direction, The scent that it carried upon it was that of blood. She sniffed the air, it was fresh, and Sitca looked curiously in that direction. Her head cocked in curiosity and she slowly followed her nose in the direction of the scent.

As she got closer the scent got stronger, with in a few minutes of waling her ears perked up. The sound of a small pup cry filled her ears, Sitca's eyes shot open and she took off in a sprint. She dashed to the small pup, hoping that the poor thing was alright. As she got closer she noticed a small black spot upon the ground in a pool of blood."Oh deer." She spoke in a worried tone, Sitca came closer to the little pup and nuzzled it with her snout. She was making sure the baby was alive, her eyes landed upon the small chest rise and fall, faintly. She let out a small sigh of relief and licked the pup clean of most of the blood. She needed to see where the bleeding was coming from.

She scanned the small pup's body but only came up with one wound, Sitca did her best to patch the wound up with the materials she had near her. She looked at the baby and nuzzled the pup, with a soft voice she spoke to the baby."It is ok Little one, I will protect you." She said as she gently lifted the little black pup in her jaws and slowly ran to her dens where she could get the baby to a warmer area, and a easier place where she can help fix her wounds. It was about a six minute run before she came to her den. Sitca gently laid the pup upon a warm beading, she sat down next to the baby and continued to clean her, getting all the dirt and gunk off of the babies pelt.

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[Taske]

The golden eagle sat in the trees, her sharp eyes watching the shifting of the wind rustle the leaves of the trees around her. She tilted her head watching everything that moved, from the smallest mouse scarring to a hiding hole to the large brown wolf making her way through the underbrush. The wolf was moving with purpose falling the blood, just as the Keela had done, but different; the young eagle was told by her parents that the wingless did not see as she does but makes up for it with smell which was had for the eagle could fathom for how could anyone find anything by smelling the wind? But then again they where wingless and earth bound and that was odd within itself what was one more thing?

The eagle tilted her head again as she watched the wolven murmured to the child and then scooped her up into her mew and then take off into the trees. The eagle knew that the young chick would have the best chance with one of her kind and that Keela could do nothing for her but even so the bird felt a pull; so she jumped into the air, riding the air currents after the pair, and when the brown wolf ducked into the hill side the eagle dropped again and perched in a tree, her brown and gold plumage ruffling, she had no idea why she felt the need to fallow the black fuzzball but she felt the pull like nothing else. So the bird still not understanding the pull settled her self for a wait.



The pup felt herself being shifted and a warm tongue on her face. She mewed softly to herself, the blackness slowly receding but she held firm to it, she was not ready to return back. The world shifted about her, she felt soft teeth in her scruff and her body being lifted and spirited away, she mewed again her mind forcing the blackness back against her will; she did not want to face the world again but the choice was taken from her as the warm breath and tongue on her fur again. Her face stung, but it felt as if the bleed has slowed if not stopped altogether. she opened her eyes then and stared up at the black and brown face.

The pup dropped her eyes, the sting in her face intensifying, as the older wolf's tongue moved over them again. Her small body shock, her tail tucking it's self under her, and she cried softly to herself. The child did not know what the wolf wanted with her, but she had to know just by the color of her pelt that she was a taske and would soon abandon her much as her family did...

[Sitca]

Sitca looked down at the little pup, who was almost spotless clean. The baby could not be that old, maybe around three to four months. She saw the little baby open it's eyes just for a moment, Sitca was pleased that this child is pulling through. She knew that the child was not out of the woods yet, she felt something weird with in her and as she lowered her eyes to her stomach she noticed that she had started to produce milk. This surprised Sitca, she was not aware that she could do this, for a pup that was not even hers. She raised her eyes to look at the baby whom looked so hungry but to week for solid food. She laid down next to the baby her paw gently guiding the child to her stomach to get something to eat. She was not sure if the baby would take the food, she only hoped that the child would.

She ran her tongue over the small black and white body once more, trying to encourage the pup to suckle. She curled her black tail around the small child leaving the head open so she could eat. Sitca was worried about the child, she was not sure if the baby would eat, but at the same time she was determined for the pup to eat."Come on little one, i know you must be hungry. Go a head eat, it is ok, nothing will happen to you. I promise you."She spoke in a soft soothing voice, one that she never knew she had before the pup came into her life. Sitca continued to warm the pup up, and clean the little thing. She noticed the markings upon the child, but what came to her mind is how lovely the looked upon her.

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[Taske]

The black whelp did not understand what was happening, no one other than her mother cared for her. Her father hardly ever looked at her let alone cared for her. So this total stranger who has no reason to care for her was murmuring soft nothings and touching her with such gentle caresses. It seemed unreal to the pup.

She felt herself lifted and then moved closer to the warmth, she cried out in shock and surprise, and struggled against the paw that pulled her closer to the brown wolven, the whelps amber eyes wide, fear or what this she wolf wanted making her blood run fast. Adrenaline flowed into the pups brain as she sprang up then, her mind fully out of the blackness that had clouded it only moments before. She sprang back and looked about her then, looking at everything, and trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation. The ebony pup peered at the adult wolf with half panicked eyes, trust was something she could not afford, not after the gift that her father gave her, the lessen to never trust, not even your blood kin; and that lessen defiantly applies to strangers. "Who are you? Why didn't you let me die?" The pups eyes sharpened even as her face washed away the turmoil and pain from her face.

The pup's face turned from the brown and black face to the entrance behind her, that was the way to leave, and maybe make her way out into the woods so that she could return to the darkness where she did not hurt as much. The ebony pup watched the female closely, her amber eyes tracing every move as her muscles bunched and sent her flying over the wolven, adrenaline making energy where there was none. she landed behind the female but did not move past entrance of the dens, for a large golden brown bird stood before her, beak clicking softly at the pups escape attempt.



Keela had watched the adult wolf move providing access to her middle, witch made the bird tilt her head, the wingless where a little confusing. The bird watched as the pup resisted the hold of the female then sprang away. She fuffled her feathers at the young ones antics, did she not understand that the older wolf only wanted to help? Keela tilted her head the other way, her amber eyes watching the pup glance about her panic like. The golden eagle clicked her beck again and then jumped off her branch gliding down to the ground in front of the cave, heading the chick off. "Chicks should listen to the elders and rest." The bird clicked at the youngster and then pushed her back further into the den and then turned her eyes to the brown female, then nodded to her, for the bird knew that her heart was in the right place, if only not the pups mind. "Miss Wolven, mind if I enter your home, and help you with this... Scamp?"

[Sitca]

Sitca lowered her gaze to the small pup whom spoke with fear and confusion with in it's voice. Sitca listened to the tiny pups words, asking who she was, and why she did not just let her die. Sitca thought this was an odd behavior for a pup, well one that had not seen torment with in it's short life. Sitca sat up, before she could respond to the young pup she noticed the baby trying to get away. Sitca stood up and slowly walked over to the pup was, a eagle was keeping the pup at bay. She nodded at the eagle and picked the pup up and brought her back deeper in to the den. She sat the pup down and looked at the baby, with a soft voice she spoke to the little one.

"If you would just sit still for a moment, i will tell you my reasons. But that can not happen if you try to run."

Sitca spoke as she also took a seat, she could tell that this child was full of hurt and distrust. Sitca could not imagine what this child had gone through. What ever it was, it could not have been that pleasant to experience. When sitca noticed that the pup would stay put to listen to her she turned to the eagle whom stopped the pup from leaving the den. She gave the Eagle a nod and spoke a word of thanks, and apriciation.

"Thank you kind Eagle, i will accept your offer to help with this pup."

She spoke then turned her attention back to the pup. Now was the time for her to speak the answers to the young pup's questions. "My name is Sitca, i am the duchess or alpha of this pack. As for not letting you die, My reasons as to that is the fact that you still have a future ahead of you. You might not see it now, but i know it will be a bright one at that. If i may ask both of you your names." She said mainly to the pup, but also the eagle who rested at the entrance of the den.

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[Taske]

The pup eyed the bird as it slowly clicked its beak at her and spreading her wings slightly. The bird seemed to pierce into her soul, and she shrunk back from it. She had never seen one up close, only from the ground looking up. She was still in a bit of shock from watching the bird drop down from seemingly nowhere when the brown she wolf came up behind her and lifted her from the ground. The whelp squeaked and thrashed, her small frame swaying, her amber eyes wide. She was again placed into the cave but the bird did not go away at that point she walked in her wings still spread slightly as her thin legs moved over the rocks.

The pup pushed back form the adult, her eyes looking everywhere but her and the bird. But with both parties now blocking her way there was nothing she could do other than stay and be patient until she gets another chance to make a break for it. She sat her tail tucked under her and her ears still pushed back. She could not meet the woman's eyes, so she looked at the ground, her small heart pounding. She listened to the sound of the dame's voice, her soft timber seeming to calm her, not by much but more than she was. But her heart and panic soon came back at her confession of being in the presence of an alpha. The pup was not sure how far from her birth pack she was but it could not have been farther then what was necessary for the shunning that was placed on her from her exile.

But as the dame went on to tell her reasoning it was shocking, no one wanted to be in the same space as her, viewed her as bad luck, her black pelt shunned; but this wolf, this alpha, wanted to give her a chance at life; something that convinced the whelp that the woman did not understand that her father was right she is bad luck, she was an ill-bringer, a demon. She had killed her sister and nothing was going to change that or make it any better. She was stuck in this limbo, a small hope blooming into her heart, but yet fear still lingering from the abuse from one of the most trusted places, her blood kin. "I am... called Taske." Her amber eyes looked down, this was the first time that she admited to the title, and it stung, she wanted so much to be who she once was, to call herself the name that her mother whispered to her with love when she was born... she wanted to so much, but that carefree pup was gone, and in her place was the ill-bringer, the demon; Taske.

[Sitca]

Sitca looked at the tiny pup who seemed to have a scared past would soon turn back and answer to Sitca. Her name is what the small pup spoke, Taske. Sitca looked at Taske, she was aware as to what the name meant, but she did not understand what a young pup did to get such a name. What ever that was she did not care, Everyone makes mistakes and Sitca knew this. She smiled at Taske, Sitca knew that she would try to make another break for it. She came to her paws and walked to Taske some more, this child was so small compared to her. She looked down at the child and spoke in a kind and caring voice "Taske, I understand the meaning of the name you hold, but that will not change the fact that i want to adopt you, and take you in as my own."

She said as she sat down and looked at the child, Sitca was unsure as to what this child would think about her intentions. Sitca then noticed that Taske was still waiting for an opportunity to escape, she sighed and took her paw and raised the tiny pup's head so that she would look at her. "Listen to me Taske, What ever happened in the past that is what it is, in the past. We all have a past that we all don't like, and wish that things would have changed, and went down a different road. But Taske, You need to let it go and look at the future that stands in front of you." She spoke as she nuzzled the small pup, She was not sure what Taske would do, and if she would even listen to what she had to say. Sitca was not going to give up on this child, she knew that Taske needed someone to love her regardless of what happened in the past.

You are a beautiful child and nothing is going to change that. I know that your past will always be apart of you, but please push foreword. I want to make you apart of my family, apart of the Amaranth pack. Taske, i love you like a daughter, I would love it if you would remain with me, but i can't force you to stay." Sitca spoke as she looked at the bird who was still blocking the entrance to the den. "Kind eagle, would you move out of the way, from the entrance."Sitca waited till the bird moved and she left the den, once she was outside she sat on the ground and looked at Taske who remained in the den. Sitca hoped with all her heart that Taske would remain here with her.

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[Taske]

Keela watched the young thing, watching as the little thing, passed memories playing in her expressive eyes. It was only after the chick said her name... Well title. The eagle had heard stories about the taskes and also about the bird companions that accompanied them. Every wolven with that name has a hard time adapting to the title and it was her line to guide those few to the right path. Which could be the reason she was attracted to the baby, it was in her genetics. It was at that moment that Keela knew that her life was different and she would protect and guide the new taske onto a path that would make her life easier and happier.

"I am Keela."



The pup looked at the adult, her eyes round as the woman went on to say all the things that the woman said. Things that she wished her father had said instead. Pain filled her as heart seemed to break all over again, hitting home that she was fully alone now, unless she took that first step, unless she put her heart on the line again. She was no longer who she used to be, now she was a shell, a large empty shell; or she wishes to be. Her heart hurt, pain filling her chest with hope, oh so sweet hope. Taske pushed it down, protecting what was left. But Things are never what they seem, this adult could lie to her as easy as her mother had; her mother had told her that she was loved, that she would never be shunned for the color of her pelt, but she had lied, her father never cared for her, he just tolerated her for his mate's sake. Now she was suppose to believe that a woman that she just meet loved her, when her own father could not?

Hope reared its ugly head, hope that maybe she could have something her sister always had, and where she and her brother lacked; she reached for it, longed for. She stared as the woman, her eyes round and begging, hoping that for once in her short life someone was not lying to her. Hope was a beast to kill it seemed. As she watched Sitca move, her intense eyes watching Taske.

"I don't... Want..." Taske looked from Keela the bird, who seemed to be watching out for her; to Sitca, the woman who seemed to want to be her mother, something Taske knew she never really had. "I... Want to... Stay..." Hope, it seemed, was going to fight its way back from the cage that she tried to lock into her heart again. She saw the small curve on the birds beck, like it approved of her choice, as if she had much of one... Die cold and alone, or try to give the family thing another chance, yeah, not much of a choice at all; even with the broken pieces of her heart on the line.

[Sitca]

Sitca sat their looking from the bird Keela, whom just introduced her self, and to Taske. Her red eyes followed the small pup, who seemed to be weighing her options on this matter. She could only hope that the small pup would stay, soon the child spoke, her words were choppy but they were their. She decided to stay, Sitca's tail swayed gently as she looked at Taske. Slowly standing she walked to the child, Sitca gently nuzzled her. Her tail swayed slowly and spoke in a happy sweet voice. Come on Taske, let's go in to the den and have a bit to eat. Also welcome to your new home my daughter. You are now apart of Amaranth, and that is how it will remain." She then made her way into the den.

*Exits Sitca*

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