¢ℓσ¢кωσяк: Part One

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Rin made a low rumbling sound. He stroked his siblings back, as the pup flailed and barked.
Tona was undoubtedly the plumpest of his mothers newest litter.
There was also chipmunk, who was knawing on his tail at that moment.
The young coyote gritted his teeth, pulling one of chipmunks toys closer in a hope she would leave him alone.
It didn't work, but he tried, at least.
Rin was the third oldest, and would often stay home to watch Tona and Chipmunk while his second oldest sister, Hestia went out to hunt.
He didn't mind, much. He wasn't very pressed to leave or explore, and he doubted he would have much fun going out.
Not only would his mother have trouble moving around, she wouldn't let him leave in the first place.
Because Rin would either, get kidnapped, gnawed, or both. Either way, they both sounded unpleasant and would cause a war.
Ever since the pale brown coyote was born, the two kingdoms had disputed over him.
The war was silent, and a struggle for power.
Rin was the third duskborn in a hundred years, depending on when one could count from.
His mother, as the story went, had noticed the mark on his forehead. She sent word to the kingdoms that the duskborn had arrived.
He had a surprisingly peaceful upbringing, with no assassins, kidnappers or anything like one would expect.
Instead, he counted the days.
Exactly fifteen years had passed, and a week.
He was expecting someone to arrive any day now, to take him to the clockwork tower, where he would  (according to the scrolls he had been sent a year ago) would "use his power to restore what should have been put back into place years ago" Of course, that one was sent by the day kingdom.
The night kingdom was more "you will know what you want soon enough"  Or something equally edgy.
He stood up , looking around the small cave he grew up in. A couch was stamped through the entrance to the other caves, and a cloth draped over the ceiling and over it.
Tona and Chipmunk had both Scurried off, allowing Rin to escape.
He stood, stretching.
Hestia had been out much more then usual, stocking up on food.
Since Rin would leave for clocks knew how long, and mother wouldn't be able to keep a eye on the pups, Hestia wouldn't be able to hunt.
She would need to stay at the cabin and watch Tona and Chipmunk, since they couldn't be left alone for long.
He looked over the walls, trailing his nose over the crumpled paintings that his mother had made before she had been blinded.
A map of the territory, that was only half colored, and Sloppily inked.

And he doubted it was accurate as well, and their hut was far to large. (He was sure it would be a dot if the map was up to scale, right?)
He jumped as the vines on the door moved.
His head turned around, and instead his gaze turned to meet his sisters.
A deer fawn was clamped in her jaws, and she raised her head in greeting.
Hestia was very tall, taller then their father even. His father had left actually, but Hestia was still tall. He never knew his father, but he could assume she was, right?
Hesita was a very pale shade of brown, and she had darker gray paws and stripes along her tail and back.
The she-coyote looked different from her siblings, due to her taller frame and soft jawline (which was actually more like Rins)
Hestia made a Yap in greeting, leaping over the couch in one great bound.
She came back over again a few moments later, after she had presumably set the fawn in the correct space, and settled back down on the floor.
Rin broke the silence by asking:
"When do you think they'll arrive?"
Hestia paused, her soft brown gaze staring at her brother. She shrugged. "I'm not sure" She yapped, sitting down.
"Probably soon though!" Rin called, his gaze amused at the prospect of several kingdoms worth of wolves fighting to come for him, of all wolves.
It was a bit humbling for him to know that he was the center of a unspoken war, between the two kingdoms. 
Of all creatures, he had been chosen to be the deciding factor.
He had also put up a effort to not choose which one he would choose beforehand.
By which one, he would usually mean which kingdoms side he would take.
His thoughts quickly whished into the story behind the duskborn, the last one to be correct. (Rim had a rather small attention span, which tended to flow from one thought to another like a raging river)
As the words that had been carved into his mind said:
A long time ago there was a black fox. Her eyes were blue as the darkest night, and her name was edge.
Edge was chosen from a young age to choose her alliance, and make it eternally day or enternally night.
Following her fifteenth birthday, she took the path across the valleys of Nymphell, and to the tower of clocks.
She chose the night to stay, and Dissapeared soon after.
And it had been night ever since.
His thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on the door.