The Child Prodigy
Why is it that this continues to happen? Had his brother Weylin left such a legacy that it would seem no other wolf, male, female or otherwise was capable of holding the throne he called his own for so long? Why was it that Glorall held no stability? Perhaps, in his foolishness, Weylin had seen fit to make mockery of the Angels and Diveen and yet to the brilliant mind of the child prodigy, though truly he is a man grown now, it would seem that things had come to pass just as Pan had warned they would. Weylin had been too blunt, too bold with the Angel pack, spoken of how it was they ran their land with callousness and yet, as far as Pan can see, such a pack has never changed hands and is home to more wolves then any other. He will love his brother until the day he dies and yet, having dedicated his life to academic pursuits, the boy of stunning copper and gold cannot help but force himself to acknowledge that while his brother may have been great- he had held faults, just as Makism and Tarquin, just as Sulan before them and surely just as this new leader will. In truth the golden male grows tired of these meetings, of any fraction of hope that Glorall will be what it was or could be. It is possible of course, the brilliance of his mind assures him of that and yet without proper structure and order it will continue to fall by the wayside. Makism should have listened to him, should have restored him to the rank he held beneath his brother, allowed him to maintain order.
With something of an exaggerated sigh the somewhat jaded male rose to his paws. In the years since his birth, the single remaining child of the Indus legacy and original ruling family of Trenus, had failed to grow to any significant height, for whatever reason seeming to have inherited nether of his parents long limbs, he had however, managed to accumulate a rather significant amount of muscle, his frame rolling and coiling with the ample muscle beneath his gleaming golden pelt and broad chest. Ironic really, given the male held very little desire to fight anyone for anything, after all, why bother when one is generally given to be able to outsmart the majority of his competition? Even so, height or not, the male has an intimidating weight to him, paws heavy against the earth as he approaches the gathering, obsidian eyes resting against the large, silver male who seemed to have taken up the throne, moving amongst those gathered with his mate and child beside him. Apparently only d’Mani and Ever had seen fit to answer this call so far as Pan moved to approach, brushing against Ever as he took a seat beside her. This…Silvertongue, a very interesting moniker to the mind of Pan, moved forward in those moments, coming to grip the muzzle of the female beside him in a rather mild dominance display, the girl of brown and cream seeming utterly shocked by this, although in truth Pan can be given to assume that the girl has never actually had anyone seek to dominate her, her position amongst the pack had always been assumed and acknowledged although given that once more such previous rankings are given to mean nothing the male can also assume with equal correctness that this Silvertongue feels the need to assert himself.
“Calm yourself Ever, Mortz, this male clearly feels the need to assert himself and given the apparent promiscuity of the position of Alpha of Glorall I hardly blame him although personally were I given to be in charge I would hardly start with such a display- an interesting choice for one with a very interesting name. Did you know Ever, that his name implies- now hold on good fellow! You can bite me when I have finished speaking and not before, wait. As I was saying his name implies mistruths, or in simple terms- that he is a liar. There, now you may bite my muzzle though I hardly see the need for it, I have no desire to through you to the ground and lead an uprising.”
Well, maybe he has considered it and yet with a mind so prone so brilliance as his own it is hardly surprising that the male has been given to consider ever possibility in this ever changing environment. He paused, content to allow Silver to approach him now that he has finished his spiel. He doesn’t mean to be difficult not really, yet upon having approached the prime of his existence the male has come, of late to feel a certain tug, a pull he cannot fully describe for he finds emotions to be dithering and unscientific at the best of times and yet, it was surely something Silver himself would understand. Pan is born of Alpha blood, born knowing of his position in this life and Alpha blood….does not sit ideal forever. He is beginning, slowly, to assert himself and it would seem that perhaps Silver has become the unfortunate next target for the boys growing displeasure in that regard, even so he sees fit to answer Silver’s questions.
“I am Pan, last child of Indus and Wild Justice, rulers of Trenus and last relation of Weylin- I am his brother and I was his advisor. As for your questions we have very few pups or nursing Mothers, our pack is not particularly prosperous, as for the talents you have listed I am proficient in all of them though my skill is more given to things of an academic nature.”
PAN
"5 years ~ No Mate ~ No Soul ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Glorall"