Stories that my father had weaved ring through my thoughts, some fables and lore that I never could quite understand, or that I really never put any effort into understanding them, not until recently. Some stories he told had been big ones, some of them pretty small. I really never noticed the immaculate details spun into them, the way every significant point of every story was in unmeasurable detail, but now that I'm older I have picked up on these things, and I find that I have a need to investigate, that I must know all there is to know of these stories. In wanting to investigate I have travelled far, until I came to where I am standing now, surrounded by a forest of coniferous trees. I had eaten recently so the scents of scattered prey did not entice me, because I have no problems surviving on my own. My gaze travels the varied tree-lines, one ear twisted behind me to keep my back watched. I am not a fearful or wary wolf so much as one who always has his bases covered, I expect any and everything that may or may not happen, I have been taught the ways to thrive very well by my parents, my father prizing me well above his ex-mate and the ruffian that constitutes as my half sister. She was a wild unrefined female if ever I saw one, and I don't really like the fact that she exists in this world, though I have learned to tolerate her better the further she is from me. I am more able to survive on my own, out here in the midst of the other rogues and loners, and if she was fire than I am the water that can put her out. I have caught her scent in varied areas of this place, though I have never caught even a second's worth of a glimpse, and perhaps that is what gives me mixed feelings. Dark violet eyes brightened by undertones of iridescent blue keep an intense look-out, watching for other wolves. Maybe I can learn new stories, something that I am always up for. I like knowing every tidbit of information to be found.

I am the king of waters, that which was brought to counter-act my sister who is known as the queen of fire. To want to wash out her existance is a natural instinct for me, and yet coversely a lone part of me simply wants a continued rivalry. Some deeper part of me wants to have some sort of peace treaty between us, I don't need her to fear me so much as respect me. I stand every inch as tall as she does, she really has no sort of leverage over me. I stopped standing under the shade of all these trees, and begin travelling once more at an easy lope. My steps move with an easy dignified grace, telling easily of my control and pride, and perhaps as a status of nobility, yes I am the incarnation of water, the essence of life as opposed to fire's essence of death.

My coat is as black as a raven's feather, making me seem almost a glossy shadow that had taken life from the forest around it. My ears swivel at the sounds of life surrounding me, something that I recognized as the song of this forest. The insects that buzz and hum, the birds that call in sing-songing voices, an a breeze sighs peacably and even seems to stroke along my black fur. It is pleasantly warm, the sun may no be shining directly on me but I can still feel the warmth, it's a nice sensation and it brings more hues to my coat. My fur seems to be tinted in a blue that appears in all whom carry raven's feather black in their coats, it seem to almost be ever present. I am the refined nobility brought out by my parents, generations of meticulous and careful breeding, and perhaps as a incarnation of water it is that I understand the surroundings so much more than my fire-birthed sister. I pause as I ponder, silken black fur still as most shadows are. I am not one of shadows so do not allow yourself to be decieved.