IP: 203.214.154.76
Posted on December 11, 2013 at 10:15:57 AM by Solaris
 It was the laughter that brought my yearling form out from within the depths of my den, my own home carved out beneath the roots of a tree close to Coza’s own under the directions of my Mother that I remain safe. Truly I do not believe my place of sleep and it’s proximity to an Alpha will truly make all the difference and yet I am not inclined to dishearten my Mother, who thinks not as wolf or Queen in those moments- but as my Mother and nothing else. Each day I only grow more independent of her and yet my ties to family run so deeply still, the nature of my blood and royal birth ensuring indeed that despite what I may desire and indeed despite the effort I have ensured so far- I may never been seen as anything other then an Angel. I bare the flawless white pelt of my Grandfather and Mother before me, my chest and eyes rimmed in the blood russet that so demands all before us recognise us for indeed that which we are and yet, in time perhaps, I will seek to amend such things, to make right what is wrong. Yet the task seems so above me some days, the wolves I must speak with only growing longer and longer each day and yet, in pursuit of the crown I seek I must make myself known, even if such a crown will see my family turn from me. I will never rule Diveen, that is my Brothers crown and kingdom and I know truly he desires it, just as Sage does, two were born before me and so two will take that path before I must turn down it yet a pack is not truly what I seek. I turn my mind from such thoughts as I wander on large paws atop the blanket of snow that allows my form to be blend so easily, the violet and blue of my gaze falling upon to children who play and a larger white male, their sire perhaps, as he watches over them. I cannot say why I am drawn to the other young wolves, I am not truly a wolf of play, it is not that I dislike it, merely, it is so that I have little time for such things, this sort of frivolity not within myself to openly express though I hardly fear being seen as childish or foolish. They say I am my Mothers son and yet there a moments when I feel it not. My movement was soft and light, beholding the grace of my blood despite the size of my frame that has begun to slowly fill out. Perhaps I hold my Mother’s nature, yet I hold my Father and Grandfather’s size, or at least, I will, when it is I am grown. I allow my tail to wave a moment, a gesture of good nature and faith as I look upon those whom are my pack, my head given to tilt slightly in consideration of those before me as I halt beside the large, white male, Cayen. I paused long enough to seat myself, watching the small pups as they rolled. Perhaps given my rank and the one I seek to take I should attempt to make peace between the two and yet, this game seems harmless enough, some part within myself holding some desire to join them, though surely they would think me too old, even if I am no more than a yearling- I hardly wish to knock them down. Instead I take it upon myself to return the blue violet of my gaze to Cayen, the male seeming…awkward perhaps. Maybe he is thinking of playing this game, yet holds back for his size, perhaps he desires to be included as I do. I allow my form to lower slightly in gesture of play, tail waving though I am not assured my position is entirely correct before I leap, attempting to wrap my forepaws about the bigger wolf, seeking to fix my teeth into his left ear and topple him. I have seen others attempt such things- surely I am doing it right, even if my attack was somewhat of a surprise to the larger fellow. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen/Runner of Taviora |
Replies:
- Round And Round - By ROAMIN December 13, 2013 at 02:03:01 PM
Post a reply: