The young, heavy, broad male lingered within the shade, resting his gorgeous golden frame within the shadows, keeping away from the heat of the sun, doubled as it reflected from the water to shine against his coal black eyes. Pan is ill at ease today. His mind is filled with both questions and knowledge all the same and yet this upheaval of leadership, this removal of his Brother from the throne has caused tension within the three-year old. For one such as Pan, mere existence itself is an often difficult thing. He does not see as others do, his mind, so exquisite within itself, so rare and unparalleled, while understanding far more then most and possessing the ability to retain and return information on an outrageous scale- often had difficulty with more simplistic and primal tasks and this upheaval has upset him. In truth, such a change has little to do with his exceptional mind and the multitude of questions Sulan’s kingship brings forth, but more so with his upbringing, unstable and fractured as it is. He has come to resent large change. After all, he had lost all of his family in one way or another, save Seven and Weylin, his first home had proven to be unsuitable for a child so gifted and misunderstood, his second him had disappeared in flame and fire, along with his Father, mother, Siblings and adopted Father and his third home, Glorall, the place he had finally begun to feel comfortable within, had now been- usurped. Indeed Pan is entirely sure, had he been involved, he would have contracted a far superior deal for Weylin and yet, the issue remains. Pan does not understand where he belongs any longer and this fear, this insecurity so deeply ingrained a child who has been pushed aside his entire life is one that tears open like an old wound. His parents had been confused and ashamed of their beautiful golden son, so different from all others, he had lost Scotavia and Bahamut and now he is sidelined once more, lingering without place or rank when indeed his former place as Third in command had given him purpose- something the young prodigy craved.

His paws shuffled uneasily against the earth at Sulan’s call, obsidian eyes watching the older male from his place in the shade, considering his options with dutiful care, his beautiful mind turning each thought, examining it from every direction before he lifted himself to his paws, moving easily forward to step into the sun, his pelt of beaten gold and copper flaring to life as he strode forward, crossing in the shallow water n light and nimble paws to move a little warily towards the older male. After all, Pan is a bright boy in more then just pelt, fantastically so, his mind incomparable to any other and indeed this brilliant mind affords him caution. After all, as Brother to the fallen King he has come to understand that he may not be received favourably, his once high rank also, perhaps, also a cause of hostility or some perceived need on behalf of the Alpha to force submission of some kind. Yet, it is this same high ranking that causes the young male, surely one of the youngest ever to hold such a title as he head beneath Weylin, to come forward before any others. He will lead, he will be bold, he will come first on behalf of Glorall and Weylin, despite his confusion on his place all the same. Does he belong on island with Weylin or on the mainland with Sulan? Once more- he has no place and his unease is palpable.

He stepped lightly onto the bank of sand, black eyes curious and wary all the same before he sat a few paces away, tilting his head, his ever present and near desperate desire to know seeming to simmer just below the surface, eventually managing to force words to his lips as he regarded Sulan before offering his trademarked bow, flamboyant and gorgeous as the grin that flared, as if on cue, into place.

“Pan, Brother of Weylin and Seven.”

He introduced himself with a confident ease that hid well the turmoil below the surface as he glanced about the sand bank a few moments before speaking suddenly once more, golden pelt aglow.

“Did you know your name means glowering or angry? Did your Mother pertain an interest in naming her children with emotional phrases? I should find the quite entertaining to discuss. Also, do you perceive that this meeting will run for an extended period of time?”

He turned, black eyes finding Sulan’s own with a youthful glee and honest query.

“Because the location you have chosen in which to conduct this meeting is prone to flooding and I do believe if we linger more then a few hours we will find ourselves somewhat sodden.”

His voice, as always, was light and easy, confident and assured, his words, as always, seeming arrogant and tainted with ego- when indeed, as always, the young male is only trying to help, after all, did Sulan want his Pack to get wet? Pan only wants to help......he only wants to be useful, to have a job, a meaning...a purpose, his exquisite gifts surely clear as he speaks.

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31in 139lbs ~ 3 years ~ No Mate ~ No Imprint ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Prodigy of Glorall