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Posted on December 22, 2015 at 03:30:47 AM by Dexter
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It's definitely not a bad idea to have the support of the other pack members behind me, someone else to help defend Taviora when I might not be there. I want to help my brother out anyway I can, especially with him being out for a challenge right now. If that means getting to know these four wolves better and knowing that they will keep Taviora safe just as I would, then that's a good start. The wolves are young still and exuberant, tails wagging and tongues licking. I am easily overwhelmed by such, not used to such displays. My ears flick back and my tail flicks behind me, but then one of the wolves takes charge, nipping at the others before he turns his gaze on me. I can instantly tell that there is intelligence and wit to be had in this wolf just by the way he looks at me. My lips twitch in a smirk as he explains what my brother said. I have only to stand them huh? I raise a brow in amusement, my tail wagging now as another brother speaks up and introduces them all. I glance around as he says their names, wanting to put a face to the names. I dip my head. "Then it is an honor to meet you, Alexander, Constantine, Vladimir, and Herschel." I dip my head to each in turn as I say their names, wanting to make sure they know I'm committing them to memory. I watch them interact with each other, one ear flicking to hear the half whisper of the one dubbed Herschel. My eyes flash with something akin to caution but I remain relaxed on the outside, well versed at deceit, even if it is innocent. My gaze turns back to Alexander as he speaks, a smooth smile returning to my lips. "Knowledge is never a bad thing, no matter its source. Information is still power." As Constantine moves to sit next to me, I turn my curious gaze on him, ears pricking toward him at his sudden questions. I chuckle. "I do like you. I think you each are going to be great assets to Taviora. I think that you look ready for anything you set your minds to." I listen readily as he goes on, my expression softening as I feel him going into mourning territory. I look at each as he speaks of them of their talents, taking this in for future reference. "I would like to try out each of your talents sometime. Not as a task, mind you, but rather for my own research. I'd like to pick the mind of Alex, spar with Vladimir, listen to as many stories as you would tell me, and I'll have my ear out for anything Herschel sees fit to read from the stars. It doesn't have to be now or anytime really soon. I would just like to some day, if that's okay with you." I look at each in turn to make sure they know I'm asking them individually, not as one can answer for all as I'm sure they're used to. I want them to know that they're more than a group, more than four brothers that work together. For they are each their own wolf with their own talents and I want to see them grow in that. I give Constantine time as he grows quiet, looking away as if admiring the scenery when really I am giving him time to compose himself, well aware that no male likes to be weak in front of another, especially someone they just met. I look down at my paws. "My own mother was a healer herself and she was close friends with Yojimbo. They helped each other heal when their first loves were taken from them too early. He taught her to listen to the world around her and she taught him to step off the ledge and live life to the fullest. Then my mother met Coszcotl and finally she felt complete. She's only been gone less than two seasons, having taken her last breath at the very beginning of fall. "I think about her often and the many lessons she taught me during her lifetime. She was a very forgiving wolf and trusting to the last. She loved fiercely and fought for what she believed in. I still feel like I had a lot left to learn from her and I didn't get the chance. It gets easier with every breath I take but it never completely goes away and I don't think it ever will." I fall silent now, leaving them to either speak again or do as they will. Dexter male.five years old.35in, 145#.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.Taviora's Shield |
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