| The Prodigy
He cannot say why it is he has decided to return, yet again, to the stone beside the river he had taken to sitting upon that fateful day and yet he has decided that he is loath to question it all the same. He dislikes to allow any form of pattern in his behaviour to occur, for he is entirely sure that such a thing is the beginning to madness and yet even so he finds himself coming by each day in some hope he might be given to spot the little snowy female from before. It is ridiculous, he is assured, that he should feel any sort of connection to this female whatsoever and yet within himself he is driven by an overwhelming urge and desire to be within her vicinity. It is maddening and yet he has resolved himself to the fact that what better way to study this behaviour, then to partake of it for a small amount of time. He is, of course, vaguely aware that he may well have invented a delusion to sooth his own sense of sanity into allowing him to continue his frivolous such for the white lady he remains desperate to see and yet…..why he simply cannot say.
He had been struck, he supposed, by how very well-shaped her head had been, after all, a well-proportioned head was something to be exceptionally proud of, after all, anatomical correctness is a highly attractive trait to the gleaming golden male, his utter desire to study the foundations of life itself resulting in a near fascination with every part of wolf form and yet truly, he has never yet managed to find a female he felt particularly…fond of in any regard. He is, if anything, distanced. He prefers his own company, has become used to solitary and accepted unflinchingly that within this life there will never be one as he, that no other will ever possess a mind like his own ad that he is and always will be…different. Truly he desires only to help others and yet more often then not he finds himself to victim on what he believes entirely unjustified rebuke. For all his intelligence, matters of social dealings or romantic pursuits defeat him entirely and as such it has never occurred to him that others do not like having their flaws pointed out.
With something of a sigh the gleaming copper and gold male made his way further along the rivers edge, small limbs and heavy frame moving easily together, sparing a glance towards the place he had been given to meet the obtuse female with the well-proportioned skull, halted briefly in his adventure by the sight of a white tail hanging momentarily from the rock that had become the centre point of their brief meeting some time ago. For a moment he simply frowns, reluctant to dare to hope he may have discovered her once more and yet it is as if his very being seems to explode within him, the male assured without question that this is her. He knows. He knows as surely as the sun rises that it is and he finds himself hurrying towards her with a desperate need to sate himself upon her presence, his paw steps halting behind her at the base of the stone. Remarkable- yet utterly bizarre. He leaps in that moment, landing suddenly beside her, obsidian eyes flicking to meet her own as she no doubt lifts her head to greet him, a frown touching his features all the same for several moments before he speaks.
“Did you call me?”
It is perhaps a bizarre sentence and yet he cannot fathom any other way in which he has arrived here today, in how he knew so surely and without scent that it was she. A grin manages to adorn his perfect features before a looking of wonderment seems to touch him once more the boy suddenly leaping back atop the grass, standing beside her boulder, before abruptly running backwards a few paces, halting- only to run forward again.
“This….is astounding. Do you feel that? When I stand near you I feel entirely different and yet the further from you I go the more I desire to return to you. Hmmm, this is unique. Where do you live?”
A simple hello- is evidently overrated.
Pan
7 years ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Brother to 15 ~ Loner |