T H E P R O T E C T O R
Okay. So maaayyybe I went a little bit outside the pack borders than I had intended to. Father was in his normal “mood,” and wouldn’t allow me anywhere near him. I can’t blame him of course, for the way he acts towards me… he probably never wanted pups- and when he found out that my mother was pregnant with myself and Valerio…well… I can imagine the demonic look plastered upon his scarred face. Trust me, I can. I’ve seen it many times… and the most recent being when I accidentally rammed into his hind when he was greeting a femme at the borders of Spring Grounds. Being the Beta’s son has it’s ups and it’s downs- though most of the downs come out of being not just the Beta’s son, as you are expected to act very dignified (I don’t have a problem with this, but I can’t say the same for my sister) as much as it is for being the offspring of the infamous Captain NEMO. That, my fluffy friend, is scary. And he scares me more in the time span of thirty seconds (or less) than mother does on a bad fur day.
Today, however, I’d escaped the wrath of my father after, as said before, bumping into him, and now I’m just out and about to be learning. I want to see what I look like in the water’s reflection, I want to know what bark tastes like… I want to know what that thing that lives in the ground eats! I’m a glutton for knowledge, though adventure has never sparked my fancy, as it carries the chance of perhaps getting hurt… or someone that I care about having a heart attack because I injure myself on some rare fall or something. Can you tell I’m a very anxious yet protective soul? If not, well I just spelled it out for you. Ta-daaa!
I’m older now, so I suppose I won’t get in as much trouble as I would have two months ago… but I’m still a pup… my legs are longer now, but the gangly form of a new and young teen is still very predominant… I haven’t reached the stage yet where my columns grow into my paws… giving me an off balance look. That’s alright, I guess… I’ve never been one for looks, theatrics, or words because…well…it never bothered me that I was different looking than my sister. I just was. Nothing else to it. But alas, I’m digressing… forgive me. Here I am, standing with my black painted dial, with two suns made of amber, peering at the tallest land monument I’ve ever seen- if that’s what it is. I’ve never been here, and mom hasn’t yet told me what this thing is… so all I can do is stare. And gape… and look like a freaking idiot. And yet… Something, I don’t quite know what, pulls me forward, wrapping a copper cord around my miniature heart, and sharply tugging on it. The wire cut into the organ, and I had no choice but to follow what my pillars already had the right idea to do.
From the moment I first understood what words meant… maybe even before that, I knew I wanted to protect something… or someone. Of course, it wouldn’t be just anyone… no, Tor forbid. I wasn’t going to go around like a monk helping those in need and never harming others… no, no, no. Instead, I was going to be a protector… someone who cared a lot, even if I never showed it affectionately, for one special soul, and kill for them. Get injured for them. And even die for them if that was the direst need of all.
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ooc: kinda short... sorry... :/
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