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He is months beyond the rolly polly stage of puppyhood, but he is certainly no swan. The rainbow colored boy, mish-mashed with so many colors that his coat matched what he saw every day in the air around those who crossed his path, is finally making a break for it.
Not that he isn’t entitled as a prince, or that his life is boring, or that he is otherwise left wanting for anything. But he is a child born with the spirit of his grandmother roiling within his soul. He is the traveler his mother’s parents both had always been. Pompeii may no longer be remembered, but she was right there inside him, coating his mane and mask with her red lusciousness and his mind with simple curiosity.
White, red, gold, amber, cream, black, and brown - a flash of him between the brush of plateau summertime foliage. He is out, then, freed from the restraints that came from feeling the watchful eyes of his peers and parents, and off towards the openness of the fields beyond. Green still, because it is not so warm, so dry, out here, he is struck by just how temperate it feels and how indulgent the animals in this land seem to be in their feeding.
Rabbits are bolder here, outside pack lands. Pheasants pluck heads out of the brambles and shrubs as he passed. They are not hunted as often, not constantly lorded over by the primary predators in this world. It makes him wonder what the world might be like, seeing all of the wolves as he saw the lesser known prey. Pale haloes around them of some neutral, negligible color - not vibrant, not colored. Tan, maybe. Pastel when he understood them better.
A prince of a unique, but secret, talent he did not yet entirely understand -- this outer world is welcome. More bland, more simple, more mysterious. No truth or lie, no emotions to filter colors from. He yips playfully at a suddenly quite-near frog that hops from a small puddle-sized pool to his left and playbowed. He knows nothing of this world, or his worth in the hands of those who despised the heritage and/or legacy of his parents. He does not understand stealth.
The frog jumped first, he must play. “You is small! Sirius is not scared of small greenies!”
male | 0 years | 36 inches | 175 pounds | no betrothed | no destined | diveen
the aurora prince.
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