He doesn’t mean to be impolite, not really, he is, if anything, generally rather amicable when it comes to such matters- yet, rather a number of things have affected him off late, influencing his nature in a number of ways along with, perhaps, his tolerance for the continual demolition of the hierarchy of Glorall. He dislikes any lack of stability, his rather dysfunctional upbringing ingraining within him a need for order intertwined with his inborn desire to know, to understand the function of things. He is resentful of change, a true child of the meteor who has watched all those around him die one after the other, he is constantly abandoned, constantly left alone and this has begun to grate against him, sour his mind perhaps to these continual alterations in leadership. He seeks solid ground so to speak, is tried of starting again and again. He is a wolf of order and management, he thrives on having a use and a purpose, on having goals to achieve, on working his way upward through systematic achievement and display of his exceptionally broad range of skills. After all, in the end, it all comes down to science. He is, perhaps, more inclined towards the way of the warrior when his build is to be considered, he is heavy, dramatically so for his height, muscle and power reflecting beneath every glittering golden strand of the gorgeous young male and yet it is power of the mind that has always been his….weapon of choice.

Ironically- it is also his own personal destruction. He has always been….above others, so far ahead when mental capability is given to be considered that he often finds himself isolated from those around him, the brilliance of his mind placing him in a league all his own and perhaps he is lonely in a way, his highly capable mind content to always reveal to him the follies and faults in others and himself. He always sees a better way, always sees a loophole and in this manner he has perhaps become slightly untrustworthy of the ability of others. How could he not? He always sees through their plans, always points out the faults in their leadership. He cannot help it- he just wants to help, just wants to improve both them and himself, his gift in this regard, also his own curse. He cannot stop his mind, cannot stop it thinking or craving further knowledge, cannot help but turn over some thoughts again and again until it pushes him to the precipice of insanity what more Weylin could of done, how better Sulan could have achieved his goal, the…oddity that was Makism. He cannot stop, there is never any relief from himself, from his need to correct, to find place and order, to know, always know and indeed the young male knows a very great deal about a very great amount of things. Unfortunately he often comes across as…arrogant, his words often offending those he aims to help, his confidence in himself often perceived incorrectly, after all, for all his intelligence, social graces are…confusing to him, much as emotions often give him cause for concern. They are not logical and thereby have little place. Life is not so easy as it would seem for a prodigy.

It is all these things combined that have seem him become…bitter perhaps, along with that which he simply cannot control. After all, can he be blamed for his own hormones? For the burn of blood in his veins? It is simply nature at work, his is born of Alpha’s wolves, his was born heir to a pack he never stood upon for the rise and rise of the Angel Empire, though he begrudges them nothing, he never held any desire to lead, or at least, never believed he did and yet more and more he finds himself seeking….dominance, seeking to have others understand exactly where he stands. Alpha blood does not die, it is within him and finally, as he enters his prime, it has begun to stir and he will not go quietly. Even so, today, the stocky, powerful male moves along the edges of the river, paws placed in an intricate pattern so as to better allow his motion without causing the banks to crumble, quite a feat, given his weight and yet the boy has long since mastered such trivial things, even so, in an effort to amuse his mind as he makes his way towards Silvertounge’s den, he is given to play this childish game. He moved from the bank as the scent of the other male grew thicker within the air, the gorgeous golden male coming to a halt outside, taking a seat upon the sandy earth, strange obsidian eyes peering into the gloom, ears pricked forward lest the other male think himself capable of sneaking up on the last son of Indus and Wild Justice, the true heir to the Angel Pack though never will he stand upon it.

“Silvertounge, if you are within I am given to hold understanding that you possess some desire for my presence, a desire I have thusly catered for, as such I find myself lacking your own form and would find it rather acceptable were you to actually present yourself in a prompt manner.”

His Alpha had wanted to see him and so here he is.

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5 years ~ No Mate ~ No Imprint ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Prodigy of Glorall