It seems to Pan, that for a very long time, the ‘Angels’ of Trenus and now Diveen, have been given to be causing rather a lot of problems for both his biological and adopted family. Indeed, the golden child, so gifted in so many ways is very much aware of his own family history, knows full well indeed that- had Heyel not defeated Wild Justice in single combat, he himself would have been born to the plains of Trenus, that the exquisite gold of his fur would have been marked with the red dust that seemed to have entangled itself with the white of the Angels for so long. He knows this in as much as his mind, with great fascination, understands the attempts of the Angel king to wipe out what remained of Wild Justices line, for she ruled before him and indeed they say he desires to create a world in which only his own children will ever hold a claim and truthfully, Pan finds himself quite enraptured with how close this Heyel has come to such a goal- after all....Pan is the only one left, the only child of Justice and Indus still in existence- and he has no interest in any claim or throne whatsoever. He was not born to lead- of this he is assured. He has taken great diligence in studying the traits of leaders, the good, the bad, the great and while he finds himself possessing a number of such traits, he also finds himself unbothered with the idea. No, the beautiful golden child, grown so powerful, so strong, built for battle....would rather engage his mind and enjoy his freedom then burden himself with the running of an empire. Far better he believes, to run it from behind the scenes as he had done when Weylin ruled.

The point of the matter however, is that, Heyel and his ‘Angels’ had near obliterated all that Pan had left of his homeland and his family and, forgiving them for such injustices because of his youth and child-like ability to allow such slights to pass he had been inclined to move on, only to find that once more, by some rather unusual slight of hand or error in the line of succession in relation to debts owed- he has been robbed of his place once again. Weylin fell and by this same definition, so did Pan. He has been removed from his position of office and finds himself at odds with this and as such, that is why he searches for his black-pelted brother know, to get his view on the matter and to further ponder the question of how exactly it is he has been robbed by Angels, or their extensions, not once, but twice of his position and place within a Pack. Pan is not a child anymore, he never truly was, for one so outrageously gifted could never be truly referred to as juvenile. More so, he is less willing to forgive for what he has lost. He had liked his position beneath Weylin after all. So he comes, strange obsidian eyes focusing in upon the sight of his brother as he paces along the ice-rimmed border of the island he has been banished to. Really, Pan is entirely convinced he could have negotiated a far more agreeable deal.

“Weylin!”

He calls, voice finally having lost that boyish edge as the muscular little wolf makes his way forward, gorgeous golden grin gleaming from his features as he breaks into a lope, making for his sibling when another appeared, a girl of snowy deposition whom had been at the Pack Meeting. D’Mani, if he recalled correctly and he is almost entirely sure that he does, after all, Pan finds it somewhat difficult to forget almost anything, his mind constantly ablaze with a myriad of information that he finds himself constantly in need of categorizing. The white female had paused to speak, the pair still somewhat out of hearing range, a few words catching his ears, when yet another emerged, one Pan new with assurance not to be Pack. After all, Pan takes pride in knowing the members of his own Pack and is entirely assured that this male is not of it and has, wether intentionally or not, violated the borders of Pack territory. A highly grievous offense. Crossing the last few strides towards the trio, the gleaming boy of copper and gold stepped onto the island, obsidian eyes reflecting coolly upon this intruder as his final words seemed to slip into the chill of the air. In typical still the gleaming male offered a bow of sorts, flamboyant as always, white fangs flashing in a grin that might very well have been a smirk from the right angle before he placed himself between and slightly in front of Weylin and D’mani before his lips parted to release upon this intruder, with veiled sarcasm- his gift.

“Indeed dear fellow, such things are important, yet the importance of such events pertains only to those given to find them important and as you hold no place within this pack nor even upon this land, nor hold any right to place yourself within my presence or that of my brother and companion, I should be given to suggest that perhaps you should refrain from offering useless words and remove yourself from territory in which you are unwelcome.”

One eye lifted, ever so slightly, cheeky almost, if not for the daring seriousness behind his beautiful grin and almost polite seeming words, spoken with all the delicacy of flowers in spring- tipped with cleverly hidden thorns.

“Forgive me, sometimes I find myself forgetting that those to whom I speak do not share the intrinsic level of language I myself assume. What I was attempting to infer, good sir, if you were confused, is that you should, in the colloquial term.....get lost.”

If there is any wolf in this world capable of catching a shadow, it is surely this one.

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