Kant You Believe They're Already Here?

Nivaan grew up being quiet and rarely made the initiative to interact with others outside of his family. Even then, he would wait till an obvious opening. As a pup he was also not the first one to start exploring, or the second, but the last. He waited until everyone had went first before venturing out on his own, and he would still stick close to one of his siblings while he did so. As Nivaan grew into an older pup he shed his more quiet tendencies and began to make head way into initiating relationships and interactions with others, although, this is preceded by observation of the situation.

Nivaan is someone who watches and takes note of everyone and everything. Eventually he learned people's fears and dislikes without even interacting with them and this was just from watching body language. He is quite reserved in his opinions and perspectives, preferring to hear the full story before making any judgement. These opinions formed at a young age of four months. From there, his views became his morals. At the age of six months when they (his siblings and himself) began to learn to spar, he did not enjoy inflicting pain on others. He refused to spar and would rather dodge attacks or take them. This lead to some issues between him and his tutors but he stayed strong in his new found morals. From there they taught him agility and better defensive techniques, so at the very least if he was attacked he would have a better chance of getting out of the situation. With this they learned that he was a pacifist at heart and would not harm another, even for the purpose of saving himself.

As Nivaan grew into a young adult his observant nature became a more contemplative one. He began to think often of the meaning of their ways and would often question, mostly within himself, why things were set up the way they were. He also questions frequently the reason between his siblings split, which always weighs down heavily within his heart. He wonders what life would have been like living in Ferus or if they had lived in Lubrusca. Sometimes he wonders if there will ever come a time where they would live together. These questions plague him a lot as a teen and into a young adult.

As he enters into adulthood, he has taken on a very kind and nurturing persona. While he remains unbiased, he cares for everyone equally, no matter what wrongs they have done in the past. He remains neutral and wishes to make sure that everyone receives the same respect, care, and openness that he wishes to have. These thoughts and feelings go so far as to defy a superiors orders, but to him that is a risk worth taking. If his own leader would cast out someone who needed their help, he wouldn't want to be under someone that he would then consider 'cruel'.

Nivaan woke with a small fright. The warmth of his white furred mother was gone, but his sister lay close enough to where he wasn't shivering yet. The first rays of sun broke through the dim lighting of the den, but they brought little warmth for the pup. Squishing himself into Priya, he laid his head on her back and attempted to close his eyes once more. Something about the air felt wrong. Normally his mother was already gone by now, to fetch the pups food more often than naught. Sometimes he would hear his mothers voice speaking with others but he had yet to meet anyone yet. Or at least in his current memory he hadn't.

The morning was quiet though, no voices, no extra sounds. Just the softness of his sister's breath as she slept quietly. He wouldn't wake her, not unless he had to her. He gently snuggled into her affectionately, staying quiet as his eyes closed once more. Ears flickered on top of his head as he heard something strange. All he had felt was love and gentleness from his own mother, yet something about this sound felt scary. Eyes opening he turned his head to the noise. The sound wasn't getting closer and curiosity plucked at his heart. Rising to his small paws he wobbled his way towards the entrance.

This was his first time attempting to leave without his mother around. Hesitation gripped his heart as he was forced to shut his eyes to the bright rays of light. Blinking a few times, in the distance he saw his mother. She was stopped, food laid at her feet. Another stood close by, about the same height as his mother but darker fur. The other carried themselves in a way that had Nivaan lowering himself to his stomach. The words had become clearer as he emerged.

"If you can catch food for your traitorous spawn, then you should be catching food for the other pups as well," the biting words had Nivaan shrinking back into his hole again. But still he stayed out enough to listen. What did this wolf mean by traitorous spawn? What did traitorous mean? Were they referring to him and Priya? A small growl mixed with a whine made its way to his throat, but too quiet for the adults to hear. He felt like he should be defending himself and Priya. Why did these words feel so harmful towards them?

His mother thought did not respond. The look she had on though had him turning back into the den. Moving closely to Priya, he attempted to merge into her, to ignore the world. His mother's face was scary. One that he hoped he would never see pointed at him. But still, did his mother do something to make a wolf hate them? Was this normal? Something about the thought of hating pups you never met felt so, so wrong. Head tucking into his black furred siblings, he attempted to shut out the faint voices once more. Teeth and jaw clenched together, he made a decision he would never make a judgement on others until he met them. No matter who or what they're related to.

@flint , @suki Finished loves