| The Prodigy
He has been living on the outskirts of Glorall, that, heavy, muscular boy of gleaming gold and copper, his gorgeous form resigned to the shadows of the outskirts of the pack since the day Tesseract took over. It had simply been one leader to many. One push to far for the child prodigy whom had grown so seemingly unnoticed into a short, yet powerful creature. Perhaps he has never truly recovered from the death of Weylin, the loss of yet another of his siblings, perhaps he had simply become disenchanted with the land he had called home for so very, very long and yet, for whatever reason, the gleaming golden male had left in the night, left as soon as it was Tesseract’s call had swallowed Rhoe’s. He cannot do it anymore, he cannot handle change after change, in trying to keep a fractured pack together as he had once tried so desperately to hold together his own crumbling family. Emotions are difficult for him, for all the intelligence of his mind it would seem the basic feelings within himself are often misread or misunderstood. He cannot perceive his own anger and frustration in this, does not, perhaps, understand the true pull of his own Alpha-born blood and his inability to bow any longer. How many times has he accepted a new King or Queen? How many times has he worked his way back to his correct position in life, that of Advisor to his Alpha, only to be thrown down the ladder once more and left looking up? Pan is tired of it, his once good-nature and amicable temperament have become…colder perhaps.
He is still there of course, somewhere, the pleasant, good-natured boy with the gorgeous grin and ready words, whom had only ever wanted to help those around him, who sought academic pursuits above all else and had spent countless hours helping those of his pack to achieve the things they sought. It had brought him pleasure, once, to be as such and yet for a child whom had survived the fall of the sky, for a boy whom had struggled to keep his own meagre family alive, Seven, Salem and Everchime….further change had grated painfully against him. Yet for a young male who understands so little of emotion, he hides it so very well, or indeed, had, for some time. Change makes him nervous, unsettles him and yet with each changing Alpha the male had picked himself up and tried again, worked once more to be seen and valued and needed, for indeed as long as the boy has lived this is all he has truly every sought. To be needed. Yet time and again the leadership changed, everything became fragile and tenuous and slowly his pleasant nature began to deteriorate into something almost…jaded, his words often finding a sharp sarcasm, his patience for others grown short until it was he could take it no longer.
He had never gone far, not truly, lingering close to Glorall for indeed he still cannot bring himself to leave Salem and Everchime so entirely. They have been his only constant company, his only consistent companions and he will not abandon them, some slither of loyalty still remaining for the ghostly white female and the girl of earth and tan he has watched over for so long and indeed, it is her call that brings him today, the panic that seems to reside within the notes that brings the boy of copper and blonde from the shadows of the pack to stride along the border line and towards her and her companion, her soul-bond. Vidar. He remembers the dark male well, or indeed, his mind perceives remembering the frustrating male whose words and inability to correctly apply them had only brought Pan discord, yet truly, he cannot bring himself to find any true agitation for the holder of Everchimes soul. Perhaps she is lucky in this, that she has found one who will not leave her, who cannot leave her though still the very notion of the imprint is a marvellous thing to his mind and perhaps, once, he would have been inclined to study the pair, for now though he simply allowed his ears to slide forward as he came, the markers of Glorall clearly lacking from his own pelt as he captured Vidar’s words, head tilting slightly before he moved to reach for Everchime, pressing his muzzle to her in greeting and affection before offering the words to the pair.
“You will find, once more, dear Everchime, that Glorall has once again been thrown into anarchy and another new leader emerged. I abandoned the pack on the night it occurred for I grow tired of continued upheaval. Tesseract rules here now. I have watched him for some days and while perhaps I may be inclined to suggest he seems capable, past knowledge would lead me to assume that like any leader of Glorall he is surely weak-willed and easily disposed off. As for the words you offer Vidar, if that is the case, then let him be allowed to try. I am quite content to offer my loyalty to yourself and Ever before I offer it to him and as such I am inclined to suggest that if anyone desires to have you killed they will have to go through myself and Ever first. I have very little to exist for at this point, it might as well be protecting you, that seems as academically pleasing as anything else.”
Cynical. Maybe. If anything though, truly, the male has become rather convinced that his own mental talents have been underappreciated for so very long that he might as well make use of the single asset his mother had bestowed him with- his size. While indeed the male is hardly tall, the golden creature is heavy and thickly laden with muscle, each appendage rolling easily with it beneath the thickness of his fur and really, fighting is a simply matter of science, if it comes to that, Pan is entirely sure he can successfully employ such science. He moved once more, brushing lightly against Vidar in some semblance of camaraderie as he moved to seat himself beside Ever, after all, he does hold something in the realm of friendship for Ever’s imprint, even if his own feelings on the matter remain rather murky, after all, a small part of him is inclined to believe Ever….should be his.
Pan
6 years ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Brother to 15 ~ Loner |