The Child Prodigy
He is displeased this day, in fact, he is fairly sure he has been given to feel displeasure these past few days though he is unwilling to admit as such. After all, surely he should be above such basal emotions as these? Surely the intelligence of his mind, so far beyond that of any other would allow him to simply accept the death of Weylin and move on? Yet, for whatever reason, it clings to him, this feeling within him like a vice upon his chest, a discomfort within him limbs. He just….wants Weylin and yet he understands, perhaps better then many that such a thing is not possible. Weylin is dead. Like his Mother and Father and adoptive Father and adoptive Mother, like all fourteen of his true blood siblings save for Seven who he cannot find and like all four of his adopted brothers. Dead and gone. His blood is cursed they say, the stories of the sons of Indus having drifted through old Moladion like the wind itself. The sons do not live to reach adulthood and yet, here he sits. Of course, Pan had never taken such belief in anything as unscientific as hearsay and yet- he has begun to wonder. Fate could not stop him reaching the age of four, or so it would seem, yet apparently Fate is content to continue it’s mission to destroy Indus’ male line in other ways- by taking everything from him. Indus lost mate after mate, child after child until he became almost entirely lost within his own mind and truly Pan fears such a heritage. Is he destined for the same thing? Is history simply repeating? He has followed so closely in the footsteps of his sire, the fabled male whose swiftness was unmatchable they say, yet whose life was so tragic few could survive it. Pan has…..no family left, even Salem is distant of late, leaving him only with Everchime- just like Indus and Prae.
He pushes the thoughts away. Ridiculous. He should not allow himself to fall prone to such foolish illusions. The similarities between himself and his ill-fated sire were coincidental and nothing more, the once-Prince of Trenus turning the black of his gaze back towards the rushing water of the rivers. Weylin should never have gone so close to the edge of the far rocks. How dare he be so utterly foolish. Was he unaware of the danger? Surely not, Pan had told him of it again and again, explained in utter and minute detail the capabilities of the black and white fish that leap onto land and yet…Weylin had not listened to him, just like he didn’t listen when they travelled to Diveen and succeeded only in angering the Angel pack and looking foolish. He never listened. Pan was his brother, his last brother, his advisor and yet Weylin didn’t listen! Anger so hot burns within his veins until the gleaming golden male is left biting down sharply, teeth gritted in agitation. He shouldn’t allow himself to be like this, to be…so consumed by emotion, a ridiculous notion in itself and yet he is not so convinced of his own superiority that he believes himself above common feelings. He just doesn’t like to believe it so, simply because the beautiful boy does not understand emotion so well. It is not scientific and as such it has no place in his mind. Hi body however, is given to feel differently, the boy of copper and gold stamping one large paw angrily as he huffed. If Weylin had only listened to him he would still be alive and Pan wouldn’t be so….alone.
Shaking the thoughts away once more the heavy boy of copper and sun lifted himself to his paws once more, content in this moment to pursue more academic pursuits and continue to expand upon his collection of stones, having formulated the goal of collecting each type of stone from within Glorall so as to better understand the make-up of the land and endeavour to explain to his new Alpha which type or rock was better for standing on if one must be so ridiculously foolish as to stand on the edge of the ocean so as not to fall in and be eaten by a fish. He has nothing against Makism, in fact he met the male and his companion as a child, there bizarre desire to go against the laws of nature still a fascination for the gorgeous boy, perhaps he should question them further on that too, after all, Pan needs to be assured of their capabilities as leaders, he will not allow himself to blindly follow just anyone and indeed, though he has voiced his ideals to no one, the boy has come to believe that perhaps…..he himself could do a better job. It would seem truly that the boys Alpha blood has finally began to stir within him. He had managed to go no more then a pace or two, when the hurried approach of another pair gave him reason to pause, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Ever and…..what was not a Glorall wolf following her, the thick scent of Diveen lacing his coat as the wind brought the scent to Pan’s nose.
Even so, he allowed a gleaming grin to touches his features, his concerns momentarily forgotten, tail waving a moment as the board, heavy male stepped forward to greet his companion and the one female, save for Selene, that he has begun to feel somewhat…protective over, the sight of another male in her company causing a momentary feeling of….well, it surely couldn’t be jealousy, no, Pan does not suffer from such an affliction, it was indigestion at best from his lunch. That was it. Even so his strange black gaze narrowed slightly upon the other before he stepped forward to embrace Ever, pressing his muzzle into her own a moment in the greeting of own pack mate to another before he seemed to register her frazzled state of being for the first time, frowning slightly as he stepped back, managing an od of sorts towards the black boy.
"Ever, may I ask as to why you are loping up and down the banks of the river, have you misplaced something? Indeed I find myself also given to question your current accompaniment- who, might I ask, is that?”
PAN
"4 years ~ No Mate ~ No Soul ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Glorall"