Ilya Petrov (russianbear) wrote in pastarillius, @ 2008-05-26 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ilya, siberia |
Who: Ilya - slightly with Stalina but not much
Where: Siberia
When: A long time ago
What: The making of a monster
Rating: Not particular nice, but not really anything graphical replusive.
The air was alive, there was a scent in it that Ilya didn’t understand, but it made everything else seem to fade and matter not in the slightest. He couldn’t focus enough to concentrate on the growls his sister was grumbling out, couldn’t work out that the growls were warning growls and attempts to get him to go back to her. They were thirteen, changing from child to an adult just in its beginning throws. Whilst Stalina, may not have known exactly why her ‘silly’ little brother was acting the way he was, she would be able to pick up on something different in the air, not that it had the same effect on the adolescent female bear. Stalina was bordering on the size she would be as an adult bear, she was larger than average and just as much stronger, she had been born stronger than a good few, why considering how much suffering their mother had gone through, well they had never known her to question this fact. Ilya was a much smaller bear, the boost that puberty would give both to him as a human and as a bear had not began to happen just yet. He was small anyway and in the wild and if the twins had been born to a true bear, he probably would have been left behind to die.
Ilya hadn’t even seen that there was another bear in the vicinity, he just knew that the air smelled good, his eyes were slightly glazed not completely open, nose was lifted a little, as he plodded along on the frozen tundra, the ground may not have been covered in snow, but still the sun did not shine long enough or with enough heat behind it, for the ground to warm. Unknown to either of the young bears, this was to be the last time they would see each other for a long time. Stalina watched Ilya, until it was obvious he was not about to turn around and heed her warnings, then she took off a trap had been set and she was caught.
Ilya, unaware as he was about to be trapped, though in a completely different way than his twin had been. Five large female bears were slowly prowling after the small male, they managed to easily surround him as he got closer to the source of the scent, and then they attacked. It didn’t matter that he was small, it didn’t even truly matter to them that he was sickly, had the scent of the ‘illness’ about him. As long as they had another male then they cared little. One more to add to the few they’d ensnared already, males were rare, culling had diminished their numbers and female polar bears only went into season once every three years. They were weres, but old traditions were held dear, and to mate they believed you had to be in your animal form. It would make stronger and better cubs when the time came, they tended to remain in their bear forms whilst pregnant too, so it would prevent the risk of miscarrying, as this was a common place for any were. They didn’t realize they had more a child than a bear any of them could mate with, but cared little anyway.
Ilya didn’t hear his sister’s roars as she was trapped, he didn’t hear them because a huge paw came crashing into the side of his head and knocked him unconscious. He was dragged to the cave they dwelled in, and left, if he didn’t heal then in their way of thinking he was unworthy and they would eat him if death was to be his lot in life. They would know soon enough, Ilya didn’t die, but did as he began to stir change into human form. Giving away the fact he was not much more than a child, they had enough children of their own, and whilst the females were well looked after the males were seen as useless. They could not be used to mate with, as the small to middling sized band had no clue who was related to who, there had been a time when such things were seen as important, probably before they’d decided that the male bears needed to be used, and before they lost some of their ability to think as either human or bear. Instead they acted like some form of primitive human species, allowing the human mind frame hate that of the bear, so that their way of thinking became more than warped.
As naturally male polar bears were a good amount larger than the females and tended to drift off and leave the female not long after mating, so it was seen that males had to be kept entrapped so that they could be used as and when needed. This at least was the theory, yet they were part human, and human needs always seemed to find ways of getting themselves appeased.
Some people may think, a young boy bordering on puberty, finding himself amongst a clan full of wanton older females would be a dream come true, and to some young boys that maybe the case. Only Ilya was young for his age, innocent in a way that most would not understand. He had not truly even began puberty it was merely beginning to brew, and the only female he’d ever had any kind of contact with was his sister. So no this was not a dream waiting to come true, it was confusing and frightening to the young bear.
When his human shape began to form and he sat up huddled and looking around with large dark eyes, fear was apparent, as they were larger than him and he had lost all connection with the scent that he most wanted to find. Stalina was not in this strange place, and in some way’s as he grew older he would be happy she had never been there. He was just thirteen years old, his life beginning, and his mind forming opinions, his opinions on females other than his sister was to be one that they were evil creatures that enforced that which they wanted regardless of what any other thought or wished, and he would keep such an opinion of them. Rape is not merely something that men can do unto women, even if one could argue that a male could not become sexually aroused when fear was all that they felt. It was even easier when the one that was being raped and abused didn’t understand what was going on, and it became a thing that if you did not want to be beaten, then you performed, and if you did not wish to be starved then you did so whenever it was required of you.
For years he was treated as a punch bag, as a thing to ride because he was too small to perform as a male bear was expected too, so they took their pleasure from belittling a small boy, and then as he aged from doing the same to a young teenager that had only known their abuse and their beatings. He’d probably grown strong though due to their need to abuse him and force him into suckling from their breasts as the milk they produced was far healthier and full of things needed for bones to grow and a bear to become all it should be. By the time he was fifteen he had fathered twin girls, though they had been conceived due to human mating, not bear mating, and were seen to be substandard. At sixteen he was stronger, larger, this time mating as a bear where twin boys were the aftermath, again he was berated and beaten. Girls they wanted girls, as if really any of this was his doing, it was not, but still the whole clan had their chance in taunting and beating the young male.
At seventeen another female was mated with him in bear form and this time female twins were produced and the beatings were not so severe. At eighteen, he believed the twin boys were strong enough to escape with him, he was wrong, their mother caught them and killed them before his eyes and he in turn ripped her throat from her, the worm had turned and the other she bears realized their caged toy truly should have been killed long before he’d ever got that strong and so they did not chase him.