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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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| The Prodigy He is quite assured that very little of this day is of any particular interest to him. He is not a particularly social male at the best of times, the gorgeous golden creature quite often of the opinion that emotional frivolity is a waste of his time. Mateship, he believes, is a science and nothing more and the very notion of the imprint is ridiculous to him and indeed it could perhaps be said that the male is very much doubtful of its existence, his mind far more inclined to believed that such a thing as the very bonding of something as ethereal as a soul is neither practical nor entirely believable. Indeed he is sure most wolves whom maintain they are afflicted with this condition and under some form of placebo affect and nothing more and yet- a study of the social sciences has perhaps always had some interest to him, perhaps the reason why he remains atop his log with large, powerful paws folded neatly, obsidian eyes like polished dark diamonds flicking about to watch the wolves before him as his shifts slightly back into the shadows, attempting to prevent entirely too much sun from striking his golden pelt lest he draw to much attention to himself in this manner. He never did enjoy attention in that regard. With an almost lackadaisical sigh the boy managed something of a yawn, white teeth exposed for a moment before his copper hued lips feel back over them, powerful shoulders rolling before he shifted slightly, preparing to wander back to the outskirts of Glorall and linger about in some obtuse fashion for lack of anything useful to do, the deaths of the majority of his family, both blood and adopted having rendered the boy somewhat cynical of the world around him, constant upheaval within Glorall and the continual removal of his rank simply saying the boy utterly refuse to try any further, his brilliantly clever mind capable of the rathe intelligent opinion that he no longer wishes to try. After all, repeating the same task over and over and expecting a different result is the very definition of insanity- and Pan refuses to partake of it. He works his way up to his correct station in life, only to have it removed time and again and he will no longer allow it. Perhaps it is better to waste the brilliance of his mind on himself rather than waste it on the ignorance of those around him. In fact there are several wolves present he would very much like to correct and yet, he remains silent, brooding perhaps- simply unconcerned with wasting the air in his lungs on such things when a small, pale female, slightly older then himself sees fit to approach, managing to come several feet forward before seeming to suffer an apparent attack of paralysis that left her gaping. For a moment the golden male merely blinked, head tilting slightly, obvious curiosity filling his gaze as once it would have done before he simply forces it down and away, no, he will not engage himself, she is probably staring at his pelt and nothing more, that is hardly new. Of course, it has never occurred to the male that others stared because they found beauty in such a thing, indeed he is quite of the opinion that they stare because they may well be attracted to anything that shines, although truly the female before him has an obvious look of intelligence about her, in fact, her head is nearly perfectly proportioned with a near perfect shape to her eyes and muzzle and an ideal proportion to her body, which, though small and compact as his own in making held very obvious quality. Her lightness though, was a surprising thing, the male entirely sure he could lift the girl if he tried and truly he does not often find any shorter then himself. Why he is continuing to stare at her he is not entirely sure, her words however, seem to find focus within his abundant mind. “I am quite certain I do not have to sit here, your assumption is correct and I am indeed aware of this knowledge. Was that your question or did you intend it to be a statement of something that may well in fact be considered obvious? Your wording is ambiguous.” That such a sentence might well be considered impolite, truly does not actually occur to him, for all his intelligence, social graces often escape him, the boy is attempting to be informative and nothing more, his form lifting upward with some un explainable desire to go towards her though he hardly understands why he has a sudden desire to be nearer a female outside the winter season. Perhaps he is experiencing some sort of sudden need to be social, then again, based on past evidence why he would suddenly desire company cannot readily be explained. How obscure. The bright grin the female offered seemed to draw one in return, his handsome features pulling into a beaming, beautiful grin before it was the young male quite realised he was doing such a thing, his features abruptly dropping once more as he regained control of his own nervous and muscular system. What was occurring here? He shook it off for now focusing upon her vocals once more, head tilting slightly. “I am in fact inclined to disagree, while some of this gathering would undoubtedly like to meet me, based on my own past social interactions, the number of male to female ratio and the proximity it is also equally likely that for the amount that desire to meet me, the same amount desire to maul me and as such I will remain in this position until such notice that….oh….I…..this is obscure.” His paws moved forward quite without his consent, the male stepping from the shadows and into the sun for the first time, beautiful coat of copper, bronze and gold simply aglow in the sun as his paws drifted forward until his nose very nearly rested against her own, black eyes wide with surprise at this…behaviour he seemed to be experiencing, clear confusion upon his features as he regarded the silver female once more, quite determined to step away from her and yet seemingly unable at the same time. “I appear to be having some sort of seizure, I would like you to note that this is not my normal behaviour and that for some reason to which I am yet to discover the basis of, I appear to be inexplicably drawn to you and your very well proportioned figure, your head, if I do say so, is beautifully balanced with your ears and paw size.” Well. He never was terribly romantic. 6 years ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Brother to 15 ~ Loner |