Kitt's Story
By: Kittrel
I didn't have the greatest childhood. Well, not according to my parent’s standards anyway. I was fine with it... My father was Chandler, a coyote from the deserts of Raideth. My mother, Ryllah, of an aristocratic lupine line... a line riddled with scandalous rumors. The whispered stories were the kind you find in those cheap romance novels. My grandmother supposedly ran off with a coyote who was a gold miner searching for his fortune in the desert. It was never proved, and no one ever talked about it directly to any of us. But it could be true. When my mother remarried a coyote after a tragic accident, and I was born out of their marriage, the high class, purebred wolves, my parents’ neighbors and “friends”, looked down upon it.
Needless to say, we weren’t very respected. Least of all me, who looked almost like a somewhat large coyote pup, with tan fur and black points. The only things obviously lupine about me were my eyes; they were as golden yellow as my mother’s.
We lived on the edge of a small community in the deserts of Raideth. It was a beautiful spot, the forests far to the east, and endless desert stretching far away to the west. I was alone much of the time. My parents spent a lot of time going to social functions, my father trying to repair things with his family and friends (for the coyotes didn’t much like the situation, or the way my father was treated by my mother’s family and friends) and my mother tirelessly doing the same. They’d be gone all day at fairs and other events, and all night at parties. During the day I was taught by a private tutor. Although my parents had, in a sense, been ostracized from their high class society (whether they realized it or not!), they still had all the money that comes with that place, and spent a lot of it on me. I had all the toys any puppy could want.
I didn’t want toys, though, I wanted friends. None of the neighbors wanted their prim and proper children playing with a roguish coyote mutt! Who knows what awful behavior they might learn, or the effects of such bad influences as my parents? So, as soon as I was old enough, I took to wandering. There were plenty of friendly furres living out in the desert, living apart from our little “wishful thinking world” of a neighborhood. Some unfriendly furres as well. I soon learned to tell the difference, for the most part. I made some interesting friends, who were always happy to greet with smiling eyes a huge-pawed coyote pup.
Back at home, things were different. Those furres looked at me, and particularly my parents, with mistrustful, even hateful eyes. It made me angry to see my parents get ready for a party, and leave the house shimmering in the desert starlight in their expensive outfits, smelling like lavender and spices, only to have the neighbors treat them with disdain, and sometimes a grudging acceptance. I couldn’t understand why they tried so hard to fit into this kind of life, with these kind of furres. The more I saw it, the more I swore never to end up like them.
When I was eighteen, I’d had enough. I was now marrying age, and I would not have my parents trying in vain to pawn me off to some rich pedigreed wolf. I told them in the naïve, supposedly nice, but stubborn way of all teenagers, that I was going, and there was nothing they could do. I outlined, as gently as I could, all that had bothered me over the years. I thanked them for raising me so well. I promised to visit. But I still felt like I was running away…
So, a somewhat guilty and confused coyote, with plenty of money in her pockets arrived in the village of Meovanni last June. She stumbled in during the earliest hours of the morning, when it was still dark, seeking shelter and food. I found so much more than just shelter and food! A kind wolf, a ferret, and a horse greeted me like an old friend. In the days that followed, I talked with them, and explored this new land… And soon, the land became my Home. None of the stark beauty of Raideth, but this was a wonderful place. In passing months, my three friends moved on, but so did I. In February, I was married to Kaelzen, a wolf from Lithe, am area north of Raideth. I visited home, as promised. My parents moved on to Malgrave, where they live in a beautiful little neighborhood with wonderful neighbors. I live in a house of my and Kaelzen’s design, with my wonderful husband. And for now, this story has a happy ending, as I hope it will, always. But I’m waiting for the next adventure… *coyote-ish grin*
