He lay awake at the mouth of his makeshift den, eyes of lavender ringed white stare up at an impossible amount of stars as he tries to make sense of his own power, he was not without the knowledge that he was the only one in this predicament. His brother who had moved away from Iromar had some form of divination, it wasn't fair to hate his father for the curse he had obtained, past down for so many generations the true wolf of origins was as muddy as the swamps of Iromar. He let a soft sigh as he tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, he had come to the conclusion after some time with his father that he needed to basically make his mind blank, he begins to slowly breath in and hold then release just as slowly.

After a moment of this his eyes flash open to stare up at the stars, to the rest of the world they would remain in a somewhat stationary position for we all know the stars move slowly across the night sky. But to the handsome wolf they vibrated until they collected into forms, he watched the star wolves danced about the night sky, only two did this for a time and at first they seemed content in their back and forth movements but soon more stars vibrated to create another form. His eyes burned from the unworkable staring match with the heavens, throat raw with the thirst as he dare not look away. The first split into half and broke for the third, it seemed to work at first. All parties seemed satisfied. But the first halves began to bleed stardust something was tearing the first apart. He assumes a love triangle gone wrong, his thought snaps him from his divination. He gasps for air as his lungs scream for him to let them do their job.

His body is tense and sore, it takes him a moment to gather himself enough to get up and move around some, he needed to get out of Iromar for a bit. The swamps had not been his first choice of a home, he was as his namesake suggested vain. Even as a child he had always been the cleanest of his siblings, his pure white coat always lay perfectly upon his well made muscles. He didn't even need to work out, he slightly remembers his mother once whisper that he was born handsome. It seems that while he thought about the past his thoughts have taken him to the fields and he looks around with no expression on his face he had learned this from his father's teachings, he settles himself down in the grass as he watches the stars above as they return to their normal state of simplicity.

There is an ethereal calm in his expressionless face that belies the chaotic thoughts in his mind, what had the dancing wolves meant by their pulling, the most important question of all was who were they? He doesn't get much further into his thoughts as a chorus of yips and a showering of fireflies brings his attention towards a salt and pepper wolfess. She nearly ran into him in her joy, he hopped to the side in the nick of time, the floating balls of light showering his pristine white body in a yellowish glow. He grumbles at her and backed up to clear the path, "their just god damn bugs you know... filthy damn bugs" he says with a scowl his lavender rimmed white eyes gave her a blank stare even with his notable disgust. Now she was laughing at him he grinds his teeth keeping those eerie pupil-less orbs trained on her... this was why he hated Iromar in the first place. Bugs, mud and draft wolves!

Arctic Wolf | Male | Ten | Auspex-in-Training | no mate | no bond | Iromar