Ancient Arms and Return of the Seal

Ancient Arms and Return of the Seal 1:
Packs
Author’s Notes: Takes place in a Fantasy world were Light Elves, Night Elves, Humans, Demons (think Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho type), along with various types of half breeds revive an ancient alliance to stop a threat centuries old (no idea what it will be yet but then again I have time seeing how the first few chapters will take place when some of the main characters for the most part are young.
Thanks to my bud Kitsune for the title idea. Thanks to her and Promising for talking me through stuff for the story.

I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters

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He ran, the mournful howling of the wolf cub getting louder in his sensitive ears. Taking a deep breath he picked up speed his long lean legs stretching out before him, the leather britches conforming to movement of the muscles in his legs. He leapt over a fallen log and for a brief moment appeared to catch air before landing on the ground in a crouch before sprinting off again. The rest of the pack was at his heels they were racing to the half breed Wolf pup. The girl had gone off with her father early that morning to teach her to hunt; when they hadn’t come back by sundown the pack had started to get worried, then they had heard the girl howling and started off towards her.

The fallen trees became more and more abundant so Seto leapt into the air and changed into his wolf form with the rest of the pack following his lead. They found the forest easier to navigate in their wolf forms and were able to make it to the mourning wolf pup easily. Seto came to a skidding halt and was back in his human form before his body had came to a halt. He stared down at the wolf child around five years of age; and his cold blue eyes locked onto the male’s only hybrid daughter. Her eyes, like the blue sky on a clear day, stared up at him in awe and wonder.

His nose twitched and the smell of humans invaded his senses; he sneered his lips in distaste and bent slightly to gather the wolf girl in his arms. Her small, soft body molded against his tall, muscular one; he could feel the soft tremors being given off by her small form. He waved his hand and the members of the pack gathered around them.

“Take care of the body,” he snapped, in a voice that demanded obedience, not that anyone would dare to go against the wishes of the Alpha male. “We’ll camp here tonight,” said the alpha male, turning his attention to the distance at the setting sun and knowing it would be too dark for them to make it back to their territory. “Tomorrow we will head back to our territory.”

“What about the little one Alpha Lord Seto?” asked Chogin, her daughter Okami fidgeting beside her.

Seto stared down at the girl and then handed her to Chogin, he had no time to look after a wolf pup, Mokuba had been trouble enough has one. “You look after her,” he said before heading off to hunt for fire wood and game with the other males.

Chogin sighed and sat down with two other she-wolves and the two wolf pups; something told her it would be a long night. A rustle in the bushes caught her attention and the three she-wolves spun around their muscles and bodies tense; there was the scent of other wolves, mainly males, in the air. Chogin and the others wondered how they would far outmatched, in numbers and strength, without their own males to help them. The sound got louder and the she wolves prepared for the worst.

The mourning song of a wolf cub reached Pegasus’ ears and he and the other members of his pack turned their heads in the direction. Pegasus narrowed his left golden eye, the other one having been blinded in his earlier years.

Death was on the wind and something was off.

“Something is wrong,” said Pegasus, to his mate.

“I know,” said Ceclia, she closed her eyes, she opened them and her soft eyes had a touch of sadness in them. “Oh.”

Pegasus sighed and sniffed the air, before taking off running, the rest of the pack threw down their stuff and followed him; wondering what had gotten into their leader, his mate being the only one that really understood him at times.

Two things reached their noses and made them speed up, humans and blood dripping with death. That explained the mourning song of the Timber wolf youkai, they slowed down when the scent of three she wolves and two wolf pups filled the air. Pegasus paused long enough to sniff the air, one of the wolf pups’ scents reminded him of his late sister and he wondered if it was her offspring. If that were the case then it was Pegasus’ duty to take the girl in if her father had been the one to die this night. They took off running again and burst into the clearing the female members of the pack prepared to fight to the death to protect the little ones.

“What do you want Alpha Lord Pegasus?” asked Chogin addressing the Alpha leader of the Tundra Wolves, with a mixture of respect and hatred.

Pegasus ignored her and focused his attention on the brown-haired, blue-eyed she wolf pup that had brought him here in the first place. “I have come for the pup of my wolf-sister’s womb!” he declared in a voice that demanded attention and obedience.

“Her father was of our pack!” snapped Chogin. “Her place is with us!”

"I am the girl's only living relative since her father was the only one of his mother's womb," snarled Pegasus. "By rights she belongs with me."

"If we were elves, that would be true Alpha Lord Pegasus," said Seto coming into view, a fresh kill over his shoulder, and the males of the pack. "But our society is not that of a maternal society; we are a paternal society and therfor the girl remains with her father's pack."

"What would you know about raising a child?" asked Pegaus scornfully.

"Chogin will raise the child."

Pegasus sneered down at the female Wolf Youkai and growled. “I am not going to leave my niece with her.”

“How dare you insult my mate!” snarled Tenpo. “I declare insult!”

“Enough!” shouted Seto. “Tenpo! You know very well that you can not declare insult on someone of higher class then you!”

“Will you declare insult on me for your pack member’s behalf Kaiba-pup?” mocked Pegasus.

“No,” said Seto flatly. “I will however, fight you for the pup.”

“Isn’t she a little young for that?” mocked Pegasus. “Besides normally for that privilege you would have to fight her and here I thought only your father enjoyed that sort of thing. Oh well, I guess there is more then one thing he taught you.”

“Don’t insult me,” scowled Seto.

Pegasus smirked and moved into a crouching position. “Shall we begin?”

The two packs moved away gathering around the edges of the clearing to give the two males room. They circled each other, each one looking for an opening with the other one. Finally Pegasus saw what he was looking for and lunged changing into his wolf form in midair; in an instant Seto was in his own wolf form before the older male even collided with him. Both males fought for dominance over the other unaware that they were being watched by another pack of timber wolves.

The pack of timber wolves that watched them was the pack that Seto’s pack had originated from; they were sure to stand down wind from the other two packs so their scents wouldn’t give away their position. The pack was made up entirely of males, the females having either died, in some form or fashion, or having left on their own to get away from their mates that they believed needed a major attitude adjustment. But the females once they had been mated had been forbidden by the males to continue fighting and so had gotten weak and not lasted long after giving birth to pups.

Gozaburo, the Alpha Male, was blind in one eye a result of one of the fights that he and his oldest son had gotten into before Seto had taken some of the pack and gone off on his own. His second in command was Crump a wolf who’s own son, Duke, had gone off and joined Seto in the male’s defiance. Crump hated his son, who was less like him and more like his mother. Gansley hated the younger pack because he believed them all to be stupid and eager to die. He didn’t realize or care that anyone of them could easily beat him; because he had gotten fat and lazy without anyone to really fight with. Johnson was another matter he excelled at ass kissing and had made it into an art form, not that Gozaburo minded. Although underneath that guise like always was an ulterior motive something that would cause damage to the world. Letcher was still nursing a bruised cheek from when a she-wolf of another breed had smacked the living daylights outta him when he had gotten fresh, a little too fresh; not only that but his wounds from her mate were still healing. Nezbit had a habit of getting on everyone’s nerves because of his cockiness; he even somehow managed to get on his nerves sometimes for a different reason of course.

“Stupid pups,” growled Gansley his dark eyes glowing beneath the rising full moon. “They should have died birth.”

”Don’t be harsh Gansley,” said Letcher, grinning a rather toothy grin. “We need the she-pups to reproduce and further the population.”

“And you wonder why no woman will give you a second look,” said Nezbit.

Letcher growled in irritation and would have lunged at the other male had Gozaburo not intervened. “Silence you fools!” he snarled taking his eyes away from his son and the other alpha male. “Do you want to be discovered?!”

The pack males opened their mouths to respond when laughter filled the air. “You fools,” laughed the leader Keith. “Do you honestly think you could possibly beat the younger wolves who are far stronger then you are and have much more stamina.”

“Shut up,” growled Gozaburo.

“I do believe you pushed the wrong buttons,” cackled Bones.

“What’s wrong old man?” mocked Bandit Keith. “Your son make a fool of you again?”

“Shut up before I kill you,” growled Gozaburo.

“You know began,” Keith slowly. “The pack did originate from you, so wouldn’t it be fair that you have a say in where the she-pup goes? I am sure she would make for an excellent mate.”

With more mocking laughter the hyenas left leaving the older Youkai to their thoughts.