IP: 71.200.131.162
Posted on March 25, 2013 at 04:43:11 AM by AJAX
It was hard not to be utterly confused by the words that tumbled out of Pan's mouth like rocks falling down the hill. The boy spoke impeccably well and yet Ajax did not feel terribly threatened by such an orator. Instead, he just tilted his head a bit more and cleared his throat as he settled down for what he assumed would be a long afternoon of questions. He assumed that Pan had an insatiable curiosity the same way that Ajax felt the need to be ever loyal to first Bedwyr and then Weylin. The bloodshed between them had left a bitter taste in the mouth of the silver and black, but what could he do? Where would he go? From what he remembered of his life before Bedwyr, he did not believe he would be very welcome back. Sometimes at night, that big black she-wolf stalked him in his dreams and inevitably he would wake up in a cold sweat and panting. It would seem that even as he approached his third year of life, he still feared death. It was an awkward thing, to be fearful of a wolf that you could not remember clearly and did not know. Black female wolves caused him a minor anxiety that he kept carefully hidden behind his mismatched eyes. If anything, Bedwyr had taught him to appropriately hide his emotions from the outside world so that none could hurt him. Emotionally at least. He nodded and smiled as Pan used his name, glad that he had been remembered. He stuck out his left foreleg towards him, the misalignment of the humerus evident even in the thickening coat. Winter was fast approaching. "Be my guest, Pan." He smiled as he uses the other's name, proud of his own memory even if it was not as detailed as Pan's was. He sighed softly as he verbalizes the tale to the other. "I was very young, so forgive me if the details are hazy. I do not possess the memory you do." He shifts and looks towards the ground for a moment. "The great star was falling, and someone older than me...a sister perhaps? Anyways she led me away from my den with the promise to save me but before we got too far, she attacked me, and I remember a hideous snap and a rush of pain." He falls silent a moment before he shakes off the feeling recounting the story always gave him. "Anyways, when I awoke, I was in the mouth of Bedwyr and far enough away not be lost by the impact. Bedwyr set my leg the best he could, taught me a little about healing and adopted me as his son. He has--er, was, my family." Another silent, pensive pause before he looked back up at Pan, his singular, sky blue eye meeting Pan's head on. His voice was firm, sure of himself and yet it almost seemed as if he was assuring himself more than he was assuring Pan. "Weylin is my family now. He is my father, and Mortz my brother." There was no use dwelling in the past, though he could not be sure that Weylin was doing the same. He had given his pack up for a lesser station because of a blood debt. It was a custom that Ajax could not understand. Even though he had been raised by a Nauruan. Either way, he wondered just what Pan would think of this disability, and wondered just what would tumble out of his mouth next.  |
Replies:
- = Finding Neverland = - By Pan April 6, 2013 at 05:45:40 AM
You must register before you can post on this board. You can register here.
Post a reply: