Post by leda / carolina on Mar 20, 2019 19:26:37 GMT
WE CALL HIM EL VIEJO...
"The pack of Los Sabuesos was founded by a dog about three generations ago by a mutt known as El Viejo. According to the stories, El Viejo was a loyal hunting dog to Upwalkers, a server of them, until they killed his mate and pups for reasons we can't even imagine... their savagery lead El Viejo to the surrounding desert. He was able to hunt for himself, for it was, after all, his serving task. But life was too difficult to face alone out in the wilders of the open desert. He tried to seek refuge in our brothers, lobos. But they too proved to be nothing more than traitors, and they took his prey and tried to enforce brutal dominance over him. Ultimately, he was chased away by who he thought were his brothers, once again leaving him to face life alone.
He lived alone for quite some time, long enough to truly learn the ways of the desert around him. How to keep predators at bay, where to hunt and where not to, and he even located a fair water source... but when winter came, prey was harder to find all alone, even being a skilled hunting hound like him. He started towards the nearest human civilization, which was nothing more than a few adobe houses built in an area of cleared dirt. He hoped that a new Upwalker may tend to him, but they were weary of wandering dogs.
But what he did find, were other wanderers just like him, hungering ones who lived off of remains and slim pickings. So El Viejo had an idea. He began to gather the others like him into a lot of dogs, urging them to come with him, telling them of the water he had found and his ways of hunting. Some were more hesitant than others, but any life was better than one of aimless walking under the hot sun, of dehydration and near starvation... they followed him and ran with him, walking down the highway as one meager pack to start with.
They called themselves Los Sabuesos- the hounds. And for a few days it seemed life would be reinvented, even if they had to endure many lessons brought on by El Viejo.
But fights broke out, arguments, bloodshed. So El Viejo began to make a code, one that we follow and live by to this day. The code of El Viejo.
And the first code that he declared... "There is not chihuahua or shepherd, there is not pitbull or retriever, there is just one blood, and that is Sabueso blood."
Each day they would patrol the highway for others like them, and every so often a new wanderer would be brought to our refuge. And we still walk the highway every sunrise and every sunfall for the very same reasons, to seek other wanderers in need.
Some would decide not to stay and leave before their Rite. But the memories of the strange but grand pack they found would be passed on, told to other hounds they encountered, and then those hounds would tell it to others and even their own pups as well... the pack's name became known to most, far beyond just La Tierra's reaches, far beyond the highway.
Eventually the great El Viejo passed naturally, only for new leaders to take his place, and uphold his code. He was buried on a great sandy hill among La Tierra, and we visit this hill every moon. We would be nothing without El Viejo, his teachings and his code. We would not be Los Sabuesos."
Present day, the stories are widespread and told among many. It's told by farm dogs on a warm summer day as they await for their daily job of herding to arrive. It's told by fighting dogs when they feel there isn't much fight left in them. It's told late at night among kennels to calm dogs abandoned at the shelter. It's told by puppy mill mothers to their young to keep the light from fading from their eyes. Although some believe the tales not to be true, they are very much so. And not only are they true, but they give hope of safety and a better life when it feels completely out of reach.
But some believe the pack doesn't live up to it's history. That El Viejo would be disappointed at the weakness in the pack, the weakness that is allowed to be in the pack. Although El Viejo believed in only the one true breed of Sabuesos, many think the 'breed' he spoke of and his very memory is tainted.
What do you believe?
"The pack of Los Sabuesos was founded by a dog about three generations ago by a mutt known as El Viejo. According to the stories, El Viejo was a loyal hunting dog to Upwalkers, a server of them, until they killed his mate and pups for reasons we can't even imagine... their savagery lead El Viejo to the surrounding desert. He was able to hunt for himself, for it was, after all, his serving task. But life was too difficult to face alone out in the wilders of the open desert. He tried to seek refuge in our brothers, lobos. But they too proved to be nothing more than traitors, and they took his prey and tried to enforce brutal dominance over him. Ultimately, he was chased away by who he thought were his brothers, once again leaving him to face life alone.
He lived alone for quite some time, long enough to truly learn the ways of the desert around him. How to keep predators at bay, where to hunt and where not to, and he even located a fair water source... but when winter came, prey was harder to find all alone, even being a skilled hunting hound like him. He started towards the nearest human civilization, which was nothing more than a few adobe houses built in an area of cleared dirt. He hoped that a new Upwalker may tend to him, but they were weary of wandering dogs.
But what he did find, were other wanderers just like him, hungering ones who lived off of remains and slim pickings. So El Viejo had an idea. He began to gather the others like him into a lot of dogs, urging them to come with him, telling them of the water he had found and his ways of hunting. Some were more hesitant than others, but any life was better than one of aimless walking under the hot sun, of dehydration and near starvation... they followed him and ran with him, walking down the highway as one meager pack to start with.
They called themselves Los Sabuesos- the hounds. And for a few days it seemed life would be reinvented, even if they had to endure many lessons brought on by El Viejo.
But fights broke out, arguments, bloodshed. So El Viejo began to make a code, one that we follow and live by to this day. The code of El Viejo.
And the first code that he declared... "There is not chihuahua or shepherd, there is not pitbull or retriever, there is just one blood, and that is Sabueso blood."
Each day they would patrol the highway for others like them, and every so often a new wanderer would be brought to our refuge. And we still walk the highway every sunrise and every sunfall for the very same reasons, to seek other wanderers in need.
Some would decide not to stay and leave before their Rite. But the memories of the strange but grand pack they found would be passed on, told to other hounds they encountered, and then those hounds would tell it to others and even their own pups as well... the pack's name became known to most, far beyond just La Tierra's reaches, far beyond the highway.
Eventually the great El Viejo passed naturally, only for new leaders to take his place, and uphold his code. He was buried on a great sandy hill among La Tierra, and we visit this hill every moon. We would be nothing without El Viejo, his teachings and his code. We would not be Los Sabuesos."
Present day, the stories are widespread and told among many. It's told by farm dogs on a warm summer day as they await for their daily job of herding to arrive. It's told by fighting dogs when they feel there isn't much fight left in them. It's told late at night among kennels to calm dogs abandoned at the shelter. It's told by puppy mill mothers to their young to keep the light from fading from their eyes. Although some believe the tales not to be true, they are very much so. And not only are they true, but they give hope of safety and a better life when it feels completely out of reach.
But some believe the pack doesn't live up to it's history. That El Viejo would be disappointed at the weakness in the pack, the weakness that is allowed to be in the pack. Although El Viejo believed in only the one true breed of Sabuesos, many think the 'breed' he spoke of and his very memory is tainted.
What do you believe?