Abraxos

Many moons ago, a young fae whelped her first litter. In a brutal spring, still gripped in the icy clutch of winter’s frosty embrace, she brought three pups into the world. The first was a male; a dusky gray scrap, mottled with varying hues of shadow. The second and third were females; both spitting images of their fawn painted mother, bellies brushed with cream and small maws mewling wide for warmth and sustenance. 

Abraxos was raised with his siblings, and eventually they discovered the world in small glimpses when their mother would allow them outside to play. He developed a desire to explore, to discover, and constantly imagined himself as the leader of a great pack that would span the forest he then called home. His mother found his dreams charming, if not ambitious, and looked upon her pups with the loving fondness all mothers possess. They were her pride. They were her joy. 

Abraxos stayed with them until he came into his adolescence. He knew there was more to the world than the den that had raised him. So he set off. He bid his family farewell, and set out to find a place he could make his own; to find himself. His first lesson was how to survive. The world was a cruel place without his mother to protect him, and the warmth of three other bodies crowded close in the cold nights. He had to provide for himself, defend himself, and survive by himself. It was a wake up call to put it lightly. 

Slowly, painfully, he developed the necessary skills to keep himself alive. And then, when he was just coming into his own, he met her. Manon was everything he wasn’t. Cool, confident, collected. What had taken him weeks to learn, she seemed to know almost naturally. Her sinuous frame was a machine, each calculation and analysis coming together to form a process of response, reaction, and direction. She knew who she was, and what her role was in the world. She was - for lack of a better word - everything he aspired to be. He knew immediately he needed her by his side, but what did he have to offer? 

Abraxos dogged Manon’s tail for days, constantly trying new ways to catch her attention. However, she seemed just as determined to ignore him. In their love story, there was no pivotal moment or daring rescue. There was no great tragedy to bring them together. There was only the passage of time, and slow development of a friendship. That friendship ultimately led to affection, and before long they belonged to each other in a bond stronger than any simple pack could claim. Their souls were bound, their fates tied together, and when the time came they brought their first pups into the world. 

With Manon and his pups to provide for, Abraxos knew they needed a permanent place to call their home. Calling upon the memories of his travels, the budding alpha led his young family to a serene little slip of paradise at the low foot of a mountain range. There were lakes and rivers for water, forests full of game, and plenty of viable locations to build their den. It was perfect. 

Over the following moons, their pack has grown as Abraxos has come across other like minded travelers near their home or have been sought out by those searching for a place to set down their roots. With each new addition, their pack has grown. With Manon, and his pups to follow them, Abraxos is confident they will become everything he dreamed of, and more.