| The Prodigy
The child prodigy is utterly content to continue to watch the wolves around the water’s edge and indeed those who linger much like himself on the outskirts. The gleaming golden male has seated himself atop a fallen log, paws cross neatly and large, muscular frame resting at ease as those strange obsidian eyes continue to flick from one wolf to another. For a moment those fathomless ebony pools, so dark within his pelt of copper and gold that holds even the faintest light, are given to rest on a girl of white and red, a very, very lovely girl he thinks (Iophiel) as she seems reluctant to go any further into the water, her pelt and perfect form identifying her so easily as a child of the Angels of Diveen. For a moment the golden boy’s lip is given to curl into a slightly sarcastic smile. It is hardly surprising the girl is reluctant to get herself wet, for as long as Pan has known of the decedents of Heyel there never was one yet who would lunge willingly into the water for fear of ruining there hair. One wolf seems content to assure the girl all will be well, while another male (Spike) seems determined to inform her of non-existent gators. Honestly Pan cannot even be bothered at this point to use his utterly astounding mental capabilities to correct the male, he has long resigned himself to the fact he may well be surrounded by imbeciles and that his words are more often then not wasted utterly on wolves whom will never hope to match the sheer capabilities of a boy born so…different to the rest. He cannot help what he is, he cannot help his mind and once, perhaps, before the world turned him into something almost….jaded, he had been willing to help everyone and everything- not anymore.
With an almost lackadaisical sigh the boy of copper and gold rested his head lightly atop his paws, content to ideally observe those around him as they gathered, muttering the occasional comment to himself about the implications of such events upon the rigours of society and how very obtuse he was given to find gatherings such as these that very well seemed to spontaneously combust on occasion with very little to be shown for it. What might possess so many wolves to gather in one place with civility he cannot say and yet for the sheer enjoyment he obtains from such social experiments he is content to continue to watch the proceedings before him while offering to his ingenious mind the occasional comment of amusement.
Pan
6 years ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Brother to 15 ~ Loner |