|Raise of the Arcatti
Author: My Name is Squirt PM
Arcatti- a newer breed of Lycans. They're stronger, faster, & smarter then any Werewolf breed known. One of them is a TDI camper...Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Trent & Gwen - Chapters: 11 - Words: 6,386 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-26-10 - Published: 12-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5624858
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In the year 700 B.C, a new breed of monsters was created. They're a new breed of lycan, stronger, faster, & smarter then any breed known to creator or man! The females, are the higher members of the breed. They're stronger & fatser then the males, but smaller. Every fifthteen years, one pup is born to every female. Females only birth about four pups in their life. They start when they're 15, & stop when they reach 60. Females are only pregnant fr about 8 weeks.
In the year 400 A.D, the breed expanded their territory, going from Russia, to many parts of the globe, including Greece, England, China, & most of North America. When the pups are born, they are so small, labor doesn't even cause pain for the mother! They are less then three inches long. And weight barely 3 ounces! For the first year of life, the male's only purpose in the pups life, is guarding the female & the pup, when the female is sleeping. Males, are almost never tired. The pups have no arms, no legs, & are completely and totally dependent on the mother & father.
Now, after nearly 1000 years of living in solitude, the creators are coming out of the darkness- out of our nightmares- to claim what is rightfully theirs! Be prepared for the Arcatti.
Our story follows one young Arcatti female. Who is at that age where she must find a mate, & have a child. She is the youngest born pup to her family. She has a sister, and two brothers. Her father passed away when she was barely two years old, dying of old age. He was nearly 15 years older then her mother, dying at the age of 77. Her mother has been raising her without a mate for the past 13 years. Her name is Gwendolyn, and her family has been settled in Canada for over 200 years. The femal Arcatti don't live very long. The day their youngest pup becomes a parent- whether it be male or femal- the female dies.
Now, Gwendolyn was a very.... Er... Rowdy pup... She was also a rare female. Usually, the youngest female born to one female, is slightly weeker then her sister, father, mother & brothers. But Gwendolyn, can win every fight against her siblings and mother. It's quite odd... At 14, three months before her 15th birthday, she was dared by her second oldest, William, dared her to do some stupid show, & try to find an Arcatti male, and if she did, breed with him, & produce a pup. She did just that! Found a mate, a young male, who was a bit older then her, named Trenton. Now, Gwen is expecting her first pup, which will be born in less then a week. Only problem is, Trenton isn't an Arcatti.
"Gwen! C'mon! We're gonna be late for Geoff's party!" Leshawna told her gothic friend. "Okay! God! One freaking minute!" Gwen hollered, stepping out of her room. Gwen's black & teal blue streaked hair has behind her ears. "Let's go!" Leshawna, the large sister, urged. "Okay!" Gwen laughed.
"So, you think Trent will ask for forgivness?" Leshawna asked, on their way to the party. "Doubt it, I dumped him on NATIONAL TELEVISION!!" Gwen cried. "So?" Leshawna asked, sighing. "Ooh!" Gwen groaned slightly, holding her stomach. "You okay??" Leshawna asked. "I think I'm gonna be sick!" Gwen cried, running to the bathroom. Puking, was the first sign of labor. The pup would be born in about a day or two. "I'll tell Geoff & the others you're sick & can't come, kay?" Leshawna asked. Gwen nodded, & continued puking.