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That certainly what this entry ISN'T though. Longest one yet.
Anyways... headphones for my MP3 are officially DEAD. No more music. My computer graphics card took its final crap. My computer gaming is limited to... uh... what games does a 128 support? Ehhh where am I going to get all this money?
Still need an artist. Advertise more for me cause I certainly don't know where to go... Enough about me, if you're here you're not here to read me rambling about myself.
Heads up: This is about 2-3 years later, summer. Cay had reached almost full grown before so now he's slightly larger, not much, definitely scruffier. Dante and Bec are larger, much. But both are still twins, the only separation is Dante's obsession with self-grooming. Happy?
These damn things keep getting larger and larger and...

Dante awoke with a silent growl. Dawn was fast approaching and the rest of the pack still slept. The forest was still silent excluding the odd call from an owl and growl of lycan lost in dreams. To distract himself, Dante silently began to smooth out the fur that had been messed while he slept, trying not to think of his dream but try as he might he couldn’t help it. He had dreamt of the previous winters events. The arguments with Maia had continued as normal but that night noise had woken him. He and Cay had driven off a male trying to force Maia to become his mate. Dante snapped at Maia again after the incident, but he had found he was snapping at her because he worried something could have happened to her. Her reply before storming off left him confused. He had never been interested in any females before.
Dante had grown as all things eventually do. His fur was now longer and his brown color started to set in to seem brown instead of blonde or gray. Cay hadn’t changed; his dark fur however, seemed to have grown darker, betraying his true personality. The summer so far had been eventful. He finally had managed to convince Cay to challenge Jors for alpha. Dante had used Cay’s initial courage to stand up for Maia that winter to convince him he had it in him to be a leader.
The first encounter with Maia had changed Dante. The second changed him even more. He had found himself challenging younger, and older, lycans to tests of strength. All of which he fought aggressively; and all of which he pulled out the victor. The respect given to him by the rest of the pack was overwhelming enough that should something happen to Jors, Dante would take over with or without his agreement. It had taken a young female he hadn’t even looked at as a mate for one of his brothers to put him on this path. The same path in which Jors was put on by his mate. Dante would still attempt to convince himself he didn’t like Maia and would never seek a mate.
Vyr had found a mate. He left his family to go join her pack, the last winter the two had still been unsuccessful in bringing in a new pup. If one where to look at Cay during the winter when the packs mingled they could tell that this was the last summer he would be with his brothers. His carefree attitude had changed to a protective one. He had always been protective of the young pups, his family and any females but now he tended to be more careful in his actions. Bec had put himself in a trying position, two females had found a place for him in their hearts but Bec had troubles deciding on just one. All three would constantly poke fun at Dante about Maia. Unknown to even the brothers mother, Jors intended to talk to Maia’s father about the two the following winter.
“Do you ever stop?” Cays words snapped Dante out his thinking.
Looking up at the source Dante was greeted with a dark silhouette of Cay and the nearly fully risen sun. He had been busy grooming longer than he thought and blinked out the glare from the sun, noting that the rest of the pack was either risen or rising. While Cay took it on as his duty as a brother to annoy Dante about Maia, Dante took it as his duty to annoy Cay about his looks.
“One day you should try cleaning yourself up, who knows your look may reflect who you are.”
Cay sat beside Dante and looked up at the sky where the dark was being driven off by the light. A reply was waiting and now came. “If you would just let yours go wild, Maia may not think your so weak and thin. You still don’t realize that she’s the one for you?”
Dante looked at Cay through slitted eyes as Cay held his head high, amused at what he had accomplished. Due to Dante’s constant grooming, he looked thin and weaker than Cay, but most knew that was false. Unwilling to press his luck he changed sat silent, allowing Dante to change the subject. Silence grew slowly until Dante spoke.
“So how do you plan to beat father?”
Cay breathed out slowly.
“I don’t know. The only one faster than him is Vyr and the only one stronger is you. I can’t beat that.”
Dante dropped his gaze to his aging father.
“If you can force it into an endurance fight you’ll win. He doesn’t have the stamina he used to.”
“Do you honestly think I can break his grip or evade his strikes for that long?”
At this point Bec finally made it apparent he was awake. The brothers always slept within earshot of each other and Bec had always been a light sleeper. He couldn’t keep anymore opinions to himself.
“The only thing that will force that old grouch from his high and mighty position is the day death claims him. Even then I bet he’ll fight.”
Cay shook his head and looked grimly at the fully risen sun. “It’s time.”
Cay rose up, his dark fur seemed darker in the glaring sun. “Father!” Cay’s commanding bark snapped the sleep out of the pups eyes and silenced the conversations of the older. Jors raised from the resting place in the center of the pack and turned to face Cay.
“If you have a demand of me on such an important day to your brothers Cay, it will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Dante and Bec almost in unison glanced it each other in shock. The only day their father would consider important for them was the day he had deemed them strong enough to go on their first major hunt of the summer. Dante had been waiting impatiently for this day for well over a year, he was now something useful to the pack. Bec secretly feared this day.
Cay stood, planted in place. “I will not move, you’re old and I challenge your authority.”
Jors glared at Cay in anger, using the anger to cover his shock that Cay had finally came up to challenge him. His mind worked fast, he would test Cays resolve on this first.
“It will wait until after the hunt. You need time to think over your decision.”
Cay barked angrily at Jors, still unmoving. “No! It will be now or I will leave to join Xen’s pack.”
Jors stood stunned. His son was making him proud. He decided against testing Cays resolve even further. “Fine.”
Quickly those laying or sitting in the center of the clearing between father and son darted out of the way. Jors had been known to be unpredictable in fights, how he fought his children was no different than how he fought one trespassing on their territory. Quick and vicious.
Dante and Bec were the only two to rush closer to the two, each eager to see how this would turn out. Dante desperately hoping Cay would do better than Vyr. By the time Cay entered the clearing, Jors was already standing in the center.
Cay had still been approaching, preparing himself for the fight when Jors struck leaping high at Cay. Being thrown on the defense so suddenly and without warning Cay dropped down low, hoping his father would overshoot and give Cay time to counter. Jors did pass overtop of Cay but he landed closer than Cay would’ve liked to begin the fight. Within arms reach. Betraying his age Jors whipped around, claws extended and caught the retreating Cay in the side, drawing the first blood.
Jors refused to give Cay time to recover. Taking advantage of Cay as he stumbled back, Jors again leapt forwards. This time Cay was unable to evade and found himself on his back, pinned by his father who held his teeth pressed tight on Cays throat; the universal sign to lycans that the fight was over.
Without much of a thought the pack returned to life as usual. Jors walked back to where he had been sitting, leaving a stunned Cay on the ground. Dante and Bec stared wide-eyed at Cay. They didn’t expect Cay would win but they thought he would be better.
“Is father watching us?”
As if to reply to Dante’s question, a loud bark to Dante and Bec to come sounded. They would leave at dusk for the hunt and now Jors would teach the twins the fine details of hunting.