Thylacine is the name for carnivore marsupials in Australia known as Tasmanian tiger or Tasmanian wolf. Possibly the best known is its cousin the Tasmanian devil, with his knife and fork in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.
This story concentrates on the Tasmanian tiger, now extinct, and their still living cousins the Tasmanian devil. Being marsupials they bear no relation to dogs or wolves, but are only similar having what is called convergent evolution. Being called tiger was only because of stripes on their back and not related to the big cats either. Tassie devils are found only in Tasmania in the wild except for sanctuaries or zoos. There is a virus cancer threatening the devil population in Tasmania so they hope to keep the species alive in isolation.
The closest to an Australian canine is the dingo which reportedly arrived from Asia thousands of years ago. Were-Dingoes also make appearances later in the story, although I have limited them to the eastern half of the continent.
Yes, I am Australian. So bear with the non-US speech and spelling.
I have set this in Western Australia, but paid only basic attention to the real place. Sometimes reality gets in the way of fiction.
There is very little sex in the early stages as it did not lend itself to the lustful side of life. Perhaps more will cum later.
This story is about Were humans. I will call them interchangeably as, for example, Were, Were-Tiger or Tiger. Capitals denoting the shape changer. Lower case tiger refers to the marsupial animal, in this particular case it is the Tasmanian tiger, not the Asian cat.
Hope you enjoy the story.
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THYLACINE ALPHA
PART 2
Unlike many Were species and communities throughout the world the Thylacines did not have archaic beliefs or ceremonies. European man had only been in contact with the native Australian animals for a relatively short time, counted in a couple of centuries, instead of the millennia found elsewhere. The Aboriginal Weres may have something but they maintained a separation from the European settlers and thus are unknown. So the Tasmanian communities brought their human customs from Europe when they settled the area.
Burials are a simple affair for the pack as they do not keep religion to cloud what is happening. The early Weres were generally misfits from society and religion was considered a tool used to control them. Just surviving the harsh conditions was enough to occupy day to day life. They did not forsake all forms of civilisation, maintaining basic rules of behaviour. Being part animal laid the groundwork for the strongest to lead the weaker, preveinged total anarchy taking control.
David Thylan stood by the grave side with his head bowed and eyes closed, as the dirt was returned to the holes covering the wrapped bodies of his parents. He had always known his brother was a prig with a power pole stuck up his arse. Reggie barely had a nice thing to say about their parents, rushing through the burial as though it were an inconvenience to his daily schedule. Deep into his thoughts he ignored anyone else nearby. The majority of the pack members had been silent through the burial ceremony, preferring to keep out of the way of Reginald. They knew what he was like and how his 'assistants' helped him keep order. Had they all worked together as a cohesive group then Reggie could not have taken the provisional lead position, at least as easily as he had. However the man was good at manipulation and knew how to keep people cowed and worried more about themselves than for the group as a whole. Nobody had the strength or conviction to stand up to him and thus lead the others.
Reginald had taken it upon himself that he was now the rightful heir to the position of Alpha, even though there was a ceremony to confer this honour to the right person. The rightful Alpha also had to be conferred by the majority of the pack. He still needed to pass the ceremony and gain pack approval. David hoped Reggie could become a good Alpha, but he could not see this happening especially in light of recent events with what he suspected. The alternative may be that Dave himself would have to step up, and that filled him with dread. He did not want the responsibility, having been more than happy living as the spare heir. Of course he considered that there might be a hidden talent within their ranks who could assume the leadership. Strength and power were not always the necessary requirements, they just made it easier. The aptitude and willingness to be the leader was just as, if not more, important. Reggie had the willingness, but lacked the other requirements. He had no personal muscle strength, enough Were power to be Beta strong, and certainly not the suitability. Dave sighed as he came to the unwanted conclusion to his musings.
Reginald had run roughshod over everyone in the pack, pushing to be accepted as the boss. Of course the group of sycophants who surrounded Reggie also happened to be bullies of the first order. Anyone who looked like they might object were silently pulled aside for a 'talking to'. Dave noticed what was happening but shrugged it off as the way his brother had always done things.
David was deep in thought about his parents, remembering them as they had been throughout his life. For the most part he recalled them during his adult years as his Alpha and Beta. The marriage to an Alpha bestowed increased strength and power to the partner. Normally only a strong woman would be attractive to the Alpha male, needing to be strong enough to stand beside him in leadership. The Alpha was the one person who lead the pack, needing to be strong enough to force his will when necessary. His partner needed similar strength to stand on her own against any threats. During the bonding ceremony she gained this shared power. Joseph and Martha had indeed been a strong pair. Joseph was very much the strong silent type, whilst Martha was the outgoing type able to fill in the gaps left by her taciturn spouse. Joseph was not the strongest Were-Tiger Alpha, but Martha made up for this by being extremely intelligent and politically savvy. It was joked, when Joseph could not overhear, that he was the brawn to her brains.
Dave recalled memories of his childhood in flashes of pictures, words and feelings. He had been taught by his father on how to fight and hunt in human and animal forms. Solving disputes in his pack was easy as far as Joseph was concerned, he would just thump both parties and tell them to sort it out quickly. It was after these lessons in being a leader that his mother would then educate Reggie and himself on how to actually help with problems. Even here the brothers differed in their reactions to the lessons. Reggie hung on every word of their father, but grew bored listening to mother. David could always see that both approaches had merits, but mother's was less bloody and got lasting results more often than the other.