👑Chance

 Name: Chance| Gender: Male| BioStatus: Omega| SocialStatus: #1-Alpha| Scent:Patchouli&Snow Covered Spruce| Other Info-

(Present day)

I'm Chance, First Prince of Rivers Rapid Pack, and proud omega. Though mom and Pop only had me and Hope to protect the future of the pack I am greatly loved. Bendy, an adoptive member of our pack, is my mate and best friend.

(The Past) 

 The first feeling he ever had was hunger, then anger, then hanger! The big... whatever it was that kept touching him was not making his hanger go away. His tiny nose got to work, sniffing side to side, up and down, untill finally... Success! Inching closer to the scent, he started to root around, smacking face first in to a strange, warm lump. An angry lump that kicks in a familial and unforgiving sort of way. He wasn't going to lay here and take that kind of abuse, there were plenty of spots that made the good smell after all.

 A fully belly and a good rest got him feeling less like a wild thing and more like himself. He could smell three scents around him at any given time. His mother's sent was the most prominent. It's was on everything, the soft nest he laid in now, it hung heavy in the air, it was even all over him. The second smell was milk. That was the best smell because it tasted good. The third smell was weird. It smelled like mom and milk and something so familiar. He knew this smell but he didn't know why. It was here before him, but he felt like he'd known it all of his short life. This smell belonged to the fuzzy thing curled up beside him, drinking it's fill of mother's milk. He didn't know what to think of the fuzzy thing, only that it really liked that spot to drink milk and no other spot would do.

(1 1/2 months)

 It was official. He hated his sister with a passion and a fury. She never let him do anything, always biting his ears and pulling his tail. No matter how much he fought her, he always wound up pinned below her, ear clamped in her jaws. Whenever he'd talk to mom about it, she'd just lick his cheek and say, "If you don't like it you should talk to her about it. I'm sure she'd tone down the ruff housing if you asked". He'd already tried that! If it were as easy as asking, his ears wouldn't be full off holes now. Daddy stops by the nursery everyday to check on us. Not Pop, we only really see him twice a month when he comes back from scouting missions. Chance was talking about Loki, that's what he liked to be called now anyways. One day Chance decided to ask him how to deal Hope and Loki said, "Perhaps you should just stop fighting her, she is very much like her mother, everything must be her way or not at all." He mulled his fathers words over in his head, "Daddy, if I always do what she wants, when do I get to do what I want?" His father looked at him, green eyes sparkling in the dim light and smirked, "Never." As he sat with his jaw hanging wide enough to catch flies, his father continued, "This is the hiarchy my pup, Hope is dominant over you as your mother is over me, stronger, more experienced. Perhaps one day you'll be stronger than her, but by then you'll have forgotten why you wanted to be in the first place. This is the way of the world, if you don't adapt,..." Chance tilted his head in confusion. Why had daddy stopped? As quick as a speeding hare, Loki had pounced, the rest of his sentence coming out as a war cry, "It will gobble you up!!!" Daddy's little nips, licks, and nuzzles around his belly tickled. He couldn't help it, laughter springing up from deep in his belly. As daddy backed off and their giggles died down Chance asked, "So if I just give up everything will be ok?" Loki looked conflicted for a moment, "You shouldn't completely give up, not on the things that truly upset you. However, keeping your head low and going along with an alpha's wishes will earn you less bruises and holes on your person." Chance looked down at his paws for a moment,  "I think I understand now, thanks for telling me this daddy." Loki stooped down to give one last nuzzle,  "Anytime pup. If you or Hope have any need of me, have Sundae come to fetch me." "Bye daddy!" Chance called out as he walked out off sight of the nursery. Now that he had a clearer picture of what was going on, he was determined to adapt. The world wouldn't get a chance to gobble him up!