= and you will be my witnesses =

It is not so often that the towering young male is given to venture from the pack lands. For years his parents had warned him against it, for years his sire had refused to allow it for fear of his abduction as had happened to his Mother in the days in which she was pregnant with his brother and himself and yet, truly, it would seem that at very near four years old and at a truly towering size the young male has finally been allowed to venture from his home without escort. He understands, he supposes, why they worry so much. His colouring marks him so alike a wolf of Iromar that his sire fears they will seek to take him there and yet truly there are precious few capable of taking on the young warrior and at least- Azrael has seen the sense of this. Besides, how is it that he will protect the pack and the bloodline from which he is born if he knows nothing of the outside world? If he is to be the next guardian as his father before him, the boy named for his future task, then how can he do as he must if he has never seen the lands outside the glorious golden fields of Diveen? Long russet limbs carry the ebony pelted male along the crags, large paws picking their way easily upon the uneven surface, the boy so very blessed with the gift of his blood to balance his form with graceful ease as red-tipped black ears prick forward and eyes of beautiful blue and gold search the area.

He is young still and in so many ways the future Kings Guard is given to find delight in the land and earth around him, tail given to wave as he springs from one rock to another before proceeding to leap upward, heading up the large outcrops and Cliffside, determined to get a view from the top. White-speckled face turns to view the ground below, a lopsided grin offered to no one in particular at this daring climb before he lunges atop this veritable mountain, lips parting to pant although truly the muscular young male is hardly exhausted- such is the power of youth. Blue gold eyes rest momentarily upon the form of another descending the place he had climb only moments ago, paws carrying the boy forward to peer down upon the brown and white male with evident curiosity before he proceeds to shout.

�Eh! You!�

Ears prick forward atop the ebony boy�s handsome face, waiting for the loner to turn and see the gangly, towering boy atop his pedastal, very nearly full grown now although still holding evident youth as he moves to leap and hop back down the cliff, powerful form landing a short distance away from the other as Guardian moves to approach with good natured curiosity. He I un-used to anyone outside of the pack and yet the naturally even-tempered boy finds evident interest in this male, head tilting slightly to the side as he remains just outside reaching distance, less the other take disdain in his presence.

�Whatcha doin� out �ere all by ya self?�

His words are a lazy, easy drawl, a reflection, perhaps, of the boy himself in so many ways as he continues to regard this stranger of brown and white, so different to the russet and black of himself.

�Ya shouldn�t be out �ere all by ya self, ya know? Y�all get ya self eated by dem nasty ones if ya stay after the sun goes down. Reckon I could stay with ya for a bit if ya want, eh?�

just like I should, I�ll getcha good
3 Years || Azrael x Andromeda || Brother to Meryl, Starfall, Celeste, Iophiel, Mithos, Zaphkiel, Elara, Ambrosia || No Mate || No Imprint|| Angel of Diveen

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