The Mating Run by Leeka

Months Before The Mating Run
“I don't see the point of it, Alina.”
As we jog in the morning, Ettie completely brushes off the suggestion I make,
and I let out a sigh of frustration.
For the past few days, I've been considering registration, but the thought of going
through it alone is making me apprehensive. It would be a good opportunity for
Ettie to participate, especially since we're around the same age.
The High Council Elders will choose a mate for her in two years if she doesn’t
take matters into her own hands.
“You're not seriously gonna let those decrepit old farts decide your fate for you,
right, Ettie?”
“They must be experts at this. Besides, my legs aren't cut out for it. Did ya see
how quick those Hunters run? Climbing trees and swimming aren’t my thing.
Alina, I'll die out there, you know it.”
“You're never gonna survive with that negative attitude.”
Ettie bends over, hands on her knees, huffing and puffing as she tries to catch
her breath, sweat pouring down her face. Despite doing morning jogs for ages,
Ettie still complains about the steep hill at the halfway point. There are times
when I suspect she’s not being honest about her weariness, possibly to avoid our
early morning jogs, given her lazy tendencies.
“If you want me to, I can support you from the stands. I'll have a big sign ready
with your name on it for when you finally get mated.”
Ettie’s answer is predictable, so I grumble under my breath, not disappointed in
the slightest.
Though I can't make her do anything, I hope she won't blame me if the High
Council Elders select an ugly mate for her. Once I become a Hider, I have faith
that I will be found by only the best, and I will have the power to choose.
Every year, the Springcrest Pack celebrates the Mating Run, a tradition that
dates back generations.
Those aged 18-25 have the opportunity to register and find their mates each
year. The celebration is meant for bonding and matches, with plenty of weddings,
yet everyone knows it's nothing more than a giant unspoken orgy.
On the day of the event, contenders will be divided into two groups: Hiders and
Hunters.
The selection will depend on their overall health and performance leading up to
the event. Those who don't register for the Mating Run will have to rely on the
High Council Elders to choose a mate for them once they turn 25.
And so... maybe the High Council Elders do make good pairings, but they always
acknowledged the possibility of separation.
The Mating Run, on the other hand, has a track record of creating strong
matches, like my parents who met during their time.
It's the Hunters who do the chasing, relentlessly pursuing the Hiders.
When it comes to chasing, gender is irrelevant.
Both men and women can be skilled Hunters. They are the ones who shine
during interviews before the celebration, gathering the most support from the
crowd. They're the ones that endure the pre-trials and show great endurance,
proving to the rest of the pack that they have the best overall ability.
Meanwhile, it is the Hiders’ job to stay hidden.
The Hiders have at least five hours to prepare before the game begins, scouting
for the perfect hiding spot along the trail. Rather than relying on strength, Hiders
highlight their fragility and sensuality in interviews.
Sponsors tend to favor Hiders, so they often receive the most gifts.
During the Mating Run, gifts from sponsors are essential for survival, as food and
weapons become increasingly scarce with each passing day. With my height and
frame being a disadvantage, I've been training myself to be a Hider, honing my
skills in camouflage and evasion.
Hiders have it easier, they don’t have to worry about strategy or being detected.
They just have to hide and wait.
With that thought lingering, I make a beeline for the shower as soon as I get
home, eager to freshen up before heading out to City Hall.
Outside, a line of people with envelopes and folders are already forming.
From the line, I can immediately predict who will be chosen as Hunters and
Hiders.
It takes me a while to even get inside.
The registration process involves a brief physical examination, recording of vital
signs, a psychological evaluation, and a personal interview. Although they go
through the formalities, every member of the pack knows that when it comes to
the trial, rules don’t apply, and anything can happen.
And when I say anything — I mean anything.
“Alina Mockett!”
As soon as I hear my name called from the receptionist area, I stand up with my
envelope in hand.
I feel dizzy with excitement, even though I have been preparing for this moment
my entire life.
I take a deep breath and make my way to the office with the “Clinic’ sign,
determined to face whatever lay ahead. While scribbling on a clipboard, my
doctor, an elderly woman and member of the High Council Elders, scrutinizes me
from head to toe. Before I could even hand her my envelope, she starts speaking
her mind.
“Short. You're aware that you're short, right?”
Feeling self-conscious, I grimace.
I'm 5'2", which I consider a normal enough height, but in comparison to the
others from my pack, I guess I'm one of the shortest. As she walks around me,
the doctor taps her pen on the clipboard, sighing again. I stand as still as I can,
hoping that the makeup I put on earlier won't run down my face.
“Thin. Well, your skin looks good, so that's something. Your hair's black and a bit
on the shorter side, but we can add some makeup to make you pop instead.
You're... alright, maybe, but not stunning. Totally not stunning.”
“...Thank you?”
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As the doctor continues with the
check-up, I can feel the cold
stethoscope against my skin, and my
heart rate quickens with every shake
of her head. When she weighs me,
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The psychological examination is
straightforward, involving only the
identification of a happy emoticon
and an assessment of my ability to
control aggressive tendencies. The
doctor swiftly takes the envelope
from my hand, which contains my
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Then, she hands me a pamphlet, and a sheaf of printouts to read through.
Overwhelmed by how quick the process is, I accept them.
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« . ) .
Alright, here's a list of places where
you can hide that suit you best if you
get selected as a Hider. Oh, and
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there's also a trail map and guide in
there, which gives the quickest routes
in case you end up being a Hunter.
)
We've got a whole squad of
designers, make-up artists, and a
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nutritionist to make sure you're all set
for the event. Keep in mind, the
Mating Run can run for a long time,
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so make sure you're healthy and have
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“O-okay.”
“Any questions?”
“No...?"
“Next!”
Blinking in surprise, I look down at the pamphlets in my hand, feeling the glossy
paper against my fingertips as I walk out of City Hall.
The air outside is thick with the sound of snapping cameras and excited chatter
as a crowd of photographers and interviewers gathers to document the Mating
Run participants.
I'm so focused on trying to hide from the press by flipping through the pages of
the Hider manual that I don’t even notice the person calling out my name.
My head snaps up so fast that dizziness washes over me, and my eyes
immediately focus on the last person I expected to see.
“Ettie?”