Cyllene

Origin Story by 🌸 // sakura \\ 🌸 #47305

In the pack leader's den of Barelia, a soon to be King and his herbalist, Loon, were waiting for the moon. They were waiting till moonhigh, where the full moon would reach its highest point in the starlit sky above the grasslands.
"It will be moonhigh soon, Cyllene," Loon murmured, her silver and gray pelt blending into the smooth stone of the den. Her red eyes almost glowed as she turned away from the entrance. Aforementioned Cyllene sighed, his red-black-gray flanks rising and falling with each breath. His exhales made little clouds in the cool air. Cyllene shifted in his nest where the soft scent of the previous King, Kaizan, an adventurous gray-black wolf, slept before.
Cyllene still remembered his red eyes as he taught the young wolf valuable lessons. His tough love where it was hard to realize that his scolding meant he loved him.
The young adult let his thoughts wander.
What brought me here?
It all started with being at the Enclave, where unwanted pups would go to be under the care of a maternal brown bear. Cyllene didn't remember who his pack was, though through his pack members, he found out he was from the mountains. This was seen as an omen. Though none could agree whether it was good or bad.
Cyllene hoped it was a good omen.
As a pup, and in his adolescent years, he found himself looking at the snow-capped mountains beyond the grasslands, where his pack made their home, and wondering to himself,
Is my family out there?
He had been adopted by two female wolves, recused from all the pups. Rescued from feeling disappointed every time a pair of wolves came and left without him. He would miss Lillemor, or Mother Bear.
Cyllene had fuzzy memories of the Enclave. He remembered being sick quite a few times, being rushed to the herbalist.
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"Lillemor! He is sick again…" The herbalist trailed off as the brown bear squeezed her eyes shut suppressing a sigh.
"Then heal him, like you have done before."
As coughs racked his small body, suddenly the pup convulsed. His pelt shifted colors, turning to a black-red-gray. As his eyes cracked open, his muzzle wide in a howl, the color changed to a strange bright, yet miky, bright blue.
Then he let out a sigh, laying still.
After a few scary moments, where both wolf and bear alike thought they lost a puppy, they both saw his flanks rising and falling, more smoothly than it had been for the past few weeks.
A few days later, that pair of she-wolves finally took him away. To Barelia. In the grasslands.
Cyllene remembered trailing behind his adoptive mothers, ears pricked, eyes never still, like a cat fanatisted by the shadows.
Kaizan's red gaze, studying his newest pack member. Currently nameless, the male puppy started back. Little did he know, he would be replacing Kaizan in a few years.
The glow of eyes was seen all around the clearing, also looking at the pup. His new mothers bowed their heads at the King, before falling back to flank the pup.
"Hello little one," Kaizan murmured, his voice soft, but like the wind, it was heard, although nearly not noticed.
"Hello," the puppy responded warily. Even then, even at that age, he could sense the aura of power and respect. He would find out the King's name later, when he learned the roles and customs of the pack.
"Wolves of Barelia," the King addressed his pack, "we welcome a new pup, the future of our pack." That would mean a whole lot more later. "He shall be known as Cyllene."
The pack barked and howled their agreements to the full moon.