Honiahaka sat down at the table with his mother and father for breakfast. It was a modest meal of hard, chewy bread and fruit that had no doubt been foraged by his mother earlier that morning.
"Honi, dear, please eat some more." his mother requested.
She had short grey hair that came just below her human ears. Atop her head, small and greying animal ears flattened against her head with annoyance; the tip of her long black cat tail flicked back and forth. Honiahaka smiled as he passed a good portion of his meal to his father, Edon. He kissed his father on his bald head and began to cut some roots to stew for dinner.
His father had not been in the best of health lately. They couldn't afford much for medicine or nutrients to ensure his recovery. Their house was drafty and old. Honi hated the idea of his parents being so needy. He wanted nothing more than to be able to provide for them.
Honi sighed heavily as he scrubbed the knife he had been using. "I'm going to go into town today to get father some medicine."
His mother, Maicoh, tutted as she bustled around the house. "We haven't had any money for that, Honi. You know that."
"I have some more work to bring. I'm hoping the madam on Cherry might be interested, she bought two of my pieces last month." Honiahaka remembered her delight at a few of his paintings. She had even given him more silver than he had asked for. With it, he was able to buy a small amount of hide and pigments for more paintings, as well as some supplements for his father. Maicoh grunted in agreement and did not argue any further.
Honiahaka went to his small closet-like room to begin packing up his paints and finished work. He brushed his sandy brown hair to the side, looking in an old, warped silver mirror. It was the only mirror the small family owned. His mother and father insisted it go into his room. They claimed that they didn't have a reason to bother with their appearance anyways.
Honi stared at his reflection. He was just coming up on his 19th birthday. However, his slightly sunken in, light brown eyes made him appear slightly older. He had a pointy nose, full lips, and a slight indent in the middle of his chin. His shaggy brown hair came down to the nape of his neck. His mother constantly begged him to let her cut it short, but he preferred the longer length. When it was short, it often tickled the inside of his fuzzy, pointed ears. He rubbed the tip of his ear fondly, he loved his ears and tail. They were soft and fluffy, like a fox's. Instead of red, they were a light brown, similar to his hair. Both his tail and ears were decorated with white tips. He was thin, his cheeks sunken in from malnutrition over the years. He wasn't sickly looking, but he still undeniably an Omega. Only an Omega child would be so underprivileged.
He hugged his parents as he prepared to head out the door.
"Stop furrowing dear, it makes you look unfriendly."
Honi's ears drooped as his mother fussed over the already flattened collar on his shirt. She flicked his ear with her nail, indicating Honi's submissiveness. For him, it was automatic to resume passive posture towards his Beta mother. Honi had always been particularly submissive, even for an Omega. His mother tried everything in her power to raise him as a Beta but she had failed miserably. She was constantly reminding him to keep his ears and tail pert, but Honi had a tendency to tuck his tail between his knees and let his ears droop or flatten against his head. Honi was unbelievably shy as a child, making him inferior to the other children, even other Omega children. His shyness followed him through to his adulthood. He was most at ease when he was painting or reading.
Honi also had a particular knack for furrowing his eyebrows, creating a crease of concentration between them. He was particularly intelligent for someone of his age and status. Of course, he had not received the kinds of education that Alphas and Betas receive, but he was bright nonetheless.
He was raised in a rather non-traditional house. His mother had married an Omega; an unusual act for a female. It is customary that females attempt to marry either within their status, or higher. However, his mother had fallen hopelessly in love with his Omega father; leaving them eternally indebted to his mother's family because of the customary bride wealth, paid by the groom. They were poor but happy nonetheless. Honiahaka knew he would never be able to afford to marry and that suited him just fine. He had never taken a particular interest in anyone and as it turns out, no one had taken any interest in him either.
Honi picked a root from the side of the path as he walked towards town. He sucked on the root tenderly as he went. It was bitter; but it satiated the hungry noises his stomach was emitting from skipping breakfast this morning.
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Honi set up as close to the center of town as possible, near to the area that he had success previously. He set up his finished works and began priming a new surface for his next piece. He absent mindedly sucked on the end of his root as he scraped at a stretched hide to make it smooth.
"You there, painter." A voice called from the street.
Two uniforms paraded towards Honiahaka. His tail instinctively curled up in between his legs and his ears flattened to his head. He slouched his head and shoulders downward, angling his chin upwards to allow his submissive scent to reach the men. The two Betas kept a respectful distance and Honi was very grateful for it. "Lord Varg has taken an interest in your work. He summons you."
Honi's eyes widened. "L-L-Lord Varg?" he barely managed to squeak.
The older of the Betas nodded. "Please pack your things and follow us, he will compensate you for your time."
Lord Varg was the most powerful Alphas in all of Ethirewiel. He was greatly respected and equally feared. Honi had only ever heard stories and rumors of Varg. Many poems and hymns told of his brute strength in combat and fearlessness of justice in his rule. He had many offspring to help him retain control over the vast countries that he ruled. Three of his most prized sons oversaw the village that Honi and his family lived near, Rerrarwen. He caught a glimpse of them once many moons ago, when he was much younger.
They were a few seasons older than he was but their behavior was much more mature than his own at the time. The eldest had a beautiful and kind face, soft and long yellow hair. The other had hair just like his brother, but kept it short. They both had small white ears that resembled those of a cat. Honi best remembered the youngest of the three, he had jet black hair and fiery red eyes.
Honi clumsily rolled up his materials into his carrying bag and tucked his root into a side pocket. His hands were shaking uncontrollably as he pulled his case over his shoulder, walking nervously behind the Betas. It was a lengthy walk to the palace, but Honi was used to walking long distances. His family could never afford a horse or mule so they had always walked from their home to the village. The palace was on the opposite side of the village; he had passed it many times. He had done many paintings in attempt to capture its intense presence on the land. It was truly a beautiful structure. The grounds we're equally as beautiful. Honi admired the abundance of greenery and flowers as they neared the entrance. Honi's tail wagged slowly behind him in anticipation as he entered the large double doors.
Honi let out a small gasp at the grandeur of the main entrance. There were chandeliers, marble stair cases, large wooden double doors, mirrors and it seemed that everything was laced with diamonds and gold. The entire room glittered delightedly.
"Wait here."