{ Chasing The Sun }

I waited for him to lift his head, waiting to meet his gaze with my own eyes of violet blue, my tail waving softly behind, ears folding slightly back in any easy submission. Perhaps he is not my King, but he is an older wolf, an adult male and I have been taught, always, the respect of those who exceed myself in weight and height, though indeed since the day of my birth it has been so that others have bowed to me, a gesture I do not understand so very well. Why should they offer to me there respect when I have done not to earn it? A right of birth is not my doing, that I am the son of Kane and Isola should not entitle me to stand above anyone if such a position has not been earned and yet�..perhaps the gesture is more of respect to they, my sire and dam, then to myself in this. I allow such thoughts to turn from my mind for now, ears sliding forward once more as he spoke, his voice a pleasing, calm thing in the dappled light today as my paws shifted upon the bank once more, edging slightly closer in my childish curiosity. Perhaps I am not as the other children, perhaps my destiny is something more and indeed I am told often that I do not act as a child should, yet it would seem within myself there are still juvenile desires and it has been much time since I have seen a wolf so large as this, one whom reminds me greatly of my grandfather, Devil May Cry.

It would seem my own words had caught the older male off guard, surprise tainting his features a moment as I regarded him. Perhaps I had been to formal, yet I know no other way, I am raised to be as such, to be respectful though indeed perhaps I should try to be more�.lax in these things I do. I should not like to think I come off as entirely too serious in such things, I need to appeal to others, I need to make them understand- when the time is right, perhaps I should smile more. I allowed my lips to lift slightly, polite and graceful still as I stood before the older male, listening to the words he offered in response to my question, my own head of snow and russet tilting slightly once more at these things he offered. He did not choose to live alone? This I do not understand. One chooses all one�s actions upon this earth and even if it is so that he had been run from his old pack, his decisions until such a point had been of his own making. How very strange. Perhaps he had been born to the land of loners, perhaps in that such a thing was not his choice though I cannot imagine all wolves are born without pack, there are too many for that. Some must decide to be alone. I said nothing in this moment, choosing not to question that which I am told, for such a thing would be impolite, though I will take his words to my mind all the same. I wonder indeed for how long he has been without pack and I wonder still what he must think of myself, a child born to pack, a third generation prince born within the Angel fold and a child who knows nothing of life outside such confines. It occurs to me only now that, truly, if I am to be successful in that which I must do, that in time, I must learn of these loners. Learn from them. They cannot be forgotten.

His words draw my attention once more from thoughts of my own mind, another smile moving to pass across my lips with the lovely ease to which my blood bestows such things as my tail waved softly once more behind, pleased to be asked these things, to be spoken to as an equal to himself and treated indeed as if I am given to matter in this. I am new to Taviora itself, the first wolf to join it and yet one should speak with nothing but pride for ones pack- so I do.

�I was born to Diveen, yet I have chosen for myself the Taviora Pack. It is young, as I am, its leader a wolf I have known since my birth and though it is not yet large, no more then myself, my Alpha and another, I have chosen it for this reason. I wish to be part of the�..the beginning. My Mother tells me that each pack has a story, a line of time and I wanted to see the beginning so that, maybe, one day, when I am old like my Grandfathers I can say I was there when the pack began, that I was one of the first.�

Perhaps it is selfish of me to think and admit such things, yet I do not truly believe so, no. If Taviora is to be the start of something as great as Trenus, or Paracon or Solevion had once been then I desire to see it from the beginning, I desire to be the foundation for something- not the second-born son to an empire I will never lead, a crown that will never be mine. I am not the Alpha of Taviora, but I am going to help him build a kingdom and I am going to be there from the start, respected for that which I am and have done. I will earn my own rank and place, for indeed in a pack so young there are many ranks to be earned. I will gain respect for what I do, not for the blood in my veins.

�Would you like to see it?�

Solaris
41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen

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