I am rather proud for my age and I know some may think that arrogant or foolish but why shouldn't I be proud? I am a warrior in training and I plan to be the best, just like my brother, Kronos. We will be unstoppable as we age and thought we may not look like much at this point, we already have the minds and wits about us to prove our worth. Above anything, I am a survivor and if someone three timees my size comes forward, sure I'll find a way to learn from the situation or get out of it, but I'll do it with dignity, not with my tail between my legs. I am proud of my heritage, proud of where I come from and where I'm going and no one's going to tell me how I can and cannot act.
The warning I gave Eyeless Jack, as he calls himself, was not to challenge though I can see how someone whose not already sociable would see it as such. I am no threat to him, not at this stage in my life. As I get older, my muscles will fill out and my legs will grow longer. Soon enough, I'll be built like a killing machine, just like my father. Until then, I'm just a gangly yearling and I know that but if I don't like the silent message someone is giving, I can't be silent about it. It's just not in me. I cannot forget the words JAck said to me and my mouth feels brittle like there's sand in it at the thought. Vanity? He thinks I have vanity? I know what vanity means. They use it mostly with wolves like the ones called Angels, the wolves of Diveen who gasp at the thought of dirtying their coat. They are vain creatures, most of them anyway. I am the opposite of vain. I throw myself over cliffs to impress another pup and I eat the kills of my cannibal mother and vampire father. I could care less about mud or blood or water being in my coat. It's only better cameoflage for hunting.
As for someone being stronger, I'm no fool. I know well that I'm not the strongest wolf in Moladian. I won't be for some years yet, but some day I will hold the candle as one of the strongest. I'll make sure of it. Jack had said his piece and walked away but I never forgot it. Now he's on my radar and I'm tracking him down. I didn't want to continue our conversation in front of everyone, besides, Jaidah seemed pretty interested in playing with him and I didn't want to get in the middle of that so I stood my ground and let them have their fun but my eyes never left his scarred figure. Yes, he'll do nicely as a teacher. My father has taught me a lot, don't get mer wrong, and mother is always available when I need her for advice or lessons but I need other perspectives, other opinions. I want to be the best, after all.
And so here I am trailing his scent through the pack lands. I haven't seen him in person since the pack meeting but I want a meeting one on one anyway. When I see his figure up ahead, my tail flicks and I sprint ahead to get in his path so I can face him. I tilt my head, my hackles raised just high enough to get his attention as I curl back, revealing a glimpse of one fang.
"You handed out advice at the pack meeting like it comes naturally but you have no knowledge of your new apprentice."
Waiting to make sure I have his attention, I take a seat and curl my tail around me. While I appear relaxed as a cucumber, my muscles are rippling beneath my skin, ready to dodge if he gets testy about being interrupted doing whatever it is he was doing.
"I am Cuirass, son of Eric and Seline, brother of Kronos and Satanican prince. I want to be a warrior, a killer, the best there is in Moladian and the world. I want to be stealthy, charming, intelligent, experienced and you can't be all that and more unless you push yourself and get out in the world. You have experience just waiting to be handed out to young bendable minds like my own. What do you say? Perhaps some day, I'll be able to do something for you."
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