#yric

The memorial service being held to celebrate the lives of those that had been lost was underway, but Yric wasn't really there. There was only one person that he would want to give a memorial for, and it was someone that he didn't even know - his birth father. He had heard rumors of what the man must've been like, an Alpha that cared about siring many sons and expanding his bloodline, but still... he couldn't help but wonder what he was like. Would he have liked Yric? Would he treat him better than his step-father, who always looked at him in disgust and always seem to detest his mere existence? Would he have given him his last name?

For the most part, festivals weren't Yric's things. Well, at least, Founder's Day wasn't. It was a time to honor the older wolves, the ones that had risked everything to build the village and made it what it was today, but there was only one wolf that prevented Yric from doing that - his step-father. The man hadn't really said a nice thing to him, the closest being when he presented as an omega and he said that it meant he could finally get rid of him, and so he didn't want to celebrate a man that had treated him poorly.

Even if all he wanted in life was to show him that he was a good wolf.

As he spotted one of his friends, though, he immediately perked up and bounced from his seat. "Hey, Tobi!" he called out as he reached the wolf. He knew that the other hadn't been raised in Athos, that he didn't have the ties that most of the wolves did to this place, so he figured if he could get anyone to skip out on the festivities? It was Tobias. "This festival only seems to get more and more boring every year, aye? Think we can convince Logan to give us some of his stuff so we can party in our own way."

The Omega had been sitting by himself, really, when he noticed the other and he couldn't help but stare at him. If there were any wolf there that he admired as much as he did his brother, it was Zion. The wolf was an Omega that didn't let his secondary gender define who he was, that did things the way he wanted and when he wanted, and it was definitely an admirable quality. But despite the fact that Zion worked with his brother... Yric would admit that he didn't actually know Zion that well.

Sitting by the bonfire, the Omega could feel the warmth of the flames upon his skin as he nursed a mug of mead. The festivities weren't particularly one of his favorites, save for the hunting competition as he knew it was a chance to show off his skills as a hunter, but he knew that his presence was needed. And that eventually he would have to find Jensen so that he could present as the happy mated couple to Jensen's family.

He just hoped that they wouldn't try to bring up pups with him. Not yet, not again.

Founder's Day was always a bit of a touchy situation for the Omega, if only because he knew that there was also a slight connotation to it - that Founder's Day was also a day to celebrate the wolves that made this place possible, and in Yric's life? That was his step-father. Of course, the man didn't want anything to do with him and practically told him as such, and while Yric didn't like the man, he still couldn't help but feel the yearning when he saw pups and young wolves alike thanking their parents for their sacrifice.

It was almost too much, so the Omega found himself heading to the river's edge to get away from the commotion - at least for a bit, as he was sure that both his mother and Jensen's parents would want to see him standing next to his mate - and he looked on, arms resting upon his knees as he sat there. The breeze was cool, gentle, but it was still a surprisingly warm day for it being a season when typically they'd wear furs, and he enjoyed the quiet.

Until he heard a footstep.

If there was one thing that Yric always looked forward to, it was spending time with Aurelio. Though the other Omega was nearly ten years older than him, and the two of them hadn't really spent a lot of time growing up together - particularly because Aurelio had been the golden child, practically rewarded by his father while the man outright shamed Yric for his mere existence - Yric liked to think that he and Aurelio were closer. Or, at least, closer than one would expect two wolves in their position to be. Of course, as they got older, the time that they spent together began to dwindle so whenever Yric got the opportunity? He was happy to jump at the chance to spend time with his brother.

Even if their version of sibling bonding didn't quite look like what most wolves envisioned it to look like.

With a training sword in one hand and a rounded shield in the other, Yric surged forward in a harsh swing in an attempt to catch his brother off-guard. While he may not have been the fighter or warrior that his brother was, with the training he has received from him over the past few years, he knew he was more than capable of holding his own.

Still, that didn't stop him from getting bested, and as he lay flat on his back with his brother's sword over him, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "I lasted longer than I have before, aye?" he asked with a laugh as he moved to get himself off the ground, pleased with the progress he had made. Sparring with his brother was always exhilarating, always enticing... and he certainly more than welcomed it.