A Fathers Last Words
Reposted from the Chronicles
Seven years. Seven years, three months and twelve days to be exact. Over half a decade, Volack Tanili has spent locked up in the San Diego zoo. His life having almost ended twice in the begining of that time. He'd nearly lost his foot, trapped within the cage he'd encountered. That barbaric metal contraption. The jaws ripping into his skin, causing a pain he'd never wish on his worst enemy. What was worse, was his daughter hadn't been far off. He had to yell and holler at her to stay away, which only proved to bring man closer to him, alerting them of his presence.
Yes, that day had been horrific. Tranquilized as his foot was released, his limp body being hauled up into the covered bed of a truck. Kaida watching, her green eyes glinting with tears as Volack lost consciousness. His last sight, that of his daughter, before blackness consumed him. He'd heard of hunters in his time. Friends and family disappearing. The horrendous things they would do to their bodies. He'd heard plenty, and in all his 28 years, he'd managed to avoid man, not once coming within hunting range of the two legged creatures.
But what was hard, was Volacks situation. He'd been involved with Kaida's mother, Kuma. Her... condition, or so he called it, provided great confusion in his life. He could sense her presence when there was no female bear around. He knew who she was when her from was manipulated into that of a two legged. The only human he'd ever came in contact with. Although he did not see this human woman as his mate, like he saw Kuma when she was in her animal form, he accepted her presence as that of a non threatening one. Even with that acceptance, Volack never came near Kuma when she was in this state... and because Kaida had been born human, causing it to be her primary form, time with his daughter had been limited her entire life. Although he also accepted her human presence as well, he was not kind to her in this form. Not like a father should be to their offspring.
But none of that mattered now. His heart was heavy in this imprisonment, hope of being free long having left his body. He now spent his time walking around the artificial world created for him, literally thousands of humans passing by and gawking every day. Unlike the mate that had been shoved within his confinements, Volack spent his time hidden within the den, curled up to sleep, only coming out during feeding time and night.
Feeding time, something he'd relished when he had been free. The yearning to teach his daughter to hunt, trap prey and eat them in a way so not to choke. It was taken from him, and all he had now were corpses of already killed creatures. Dead fish tossed within the pen, for fear of Volacks temperament. No, he'd not killed or even maimed a human. He tried, without a doubt, but they'd managed to escape every time. He didn't know this, but it was for the best. Had he actually been a threat, he would have been put down long ago. No, not released back to his home, never released. But killed. His capture had somehow made him unfit to be in the wild again, unable to care for himself after all this time. At least, thats what the humans told themselves. All it was, was a way to make them not feel guilty for the crime they've committed. And although the Polar bear couldn't ever understand any of this, deep within his heart, he knew.
Like every day before this one, feeding time came around. No sound need be made, no notice of its arrival. The time was burned into his body, knowing exactly when and where it would be. Many times he'd tried to go without, wait until night fall to pick up what hadn't been eaten by his forced mate, but there was never enough to satisfy. His bulk had dwindled to a barely healthy size, decent enough for the fake habitat around him, but not enough capable of letting him survive had he been in the wild. No, he needed nourishment, and he needed to beat the female to the feast.
Just like every day, Volack would emerge from his den, spectators all watching in awe as his massive size, even lacking, was twice that of the domesticated female. He ignored everyone and everything, his mind set on eating, then returning to the comforting darkness of the den. The waste cleaner of the birds flocked around over head, his competition in retrieving his food. They used to dive bomb him, until he'd caught one, leaving a nice sized red stain on the cement. A stain that to this day was still there. A reminder to all flying creatures that this was his meal, not theirs.
Like always, his 'mate', arrived second, her primary feeding ground within the man made ocean, showing off for the humans watching below ground. Volack eyed her with disgust, thankful at least she'd learned, and left him alone. The first day man introduced the female to Volack, he'd put her in her place, a nice sized gash having been created along her cheek from their meeting. It took awhile for the humans to introduce her again, but that time, the female knew what was what, and all it took was a single glance from Volack. Its been 6 years, and they have never mated. Not a single polar bear cub being produced within the zoo.
Of course Volack had instinct. Desires and the need to produce. But his love for his mate, probably because she'd been a shifter, was stronger than basic primal instinct. Even if he only ever had one offspring, he'd be happy. Kuma and Kaida where waiting for him outside these prison walls. Volack would wait for them within it.
The sun began to set, people having been leaving the park. His food was gone, and he made his way back to his den to slumber. Seven years. Seven years, three months, and thirteen days.
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