| The Prodigy of Moladion
If Pan had possessed the ability in any way to spontaneously combust with excitement he would surely have done so during this moment, to stand here, precariously balanced atop a water fall in the presence of an actual Angel was indeed combustion worthy and the gleaming golden boy is very near to that stage as his stocky little frame edges closer, self-preservation having been all but demolished by his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. For years he has dreamed of meeting an Angel and one day he is entirely convinced he will visit Diveen and convinced it’s leaders he is worthy to walk upon their lands and yet until then, this black creature will have to do. She may not, strictly speaking, be a complete Angel, but she is close enough, an Assassin like Malina he is sure and such creatures often possess a great deal of knowledge and truly it is knowledge above all that excites the boy of copper and sun. The black creature before him smirks, the handsome boys head tilting slightly in contemplation of this action before she speaks once more, her tongue that of ancient roots, rippled and whispered upon a tone of fluent perfection and that near causes Pan to squeal in delight. He does however, manage to withhold from such a thing for the time being and for the sake of maintaining some masculine appeal. Even so he cannot help but grin towards her once more, gorgeous features alight.
“Excellent! What perfect punctuation! Now indeed I am far from fluent in such a language yet if you would say that again more slowly I do believe I may be capable of deducing some of what you say, after all, much of our modern tongue is derived from the ancient words you speak. You, miss, are truly gifted in that manner.”
He nodded with conviction, black eyes gleaming in delight despite the slight consideration that she may, indeed, have been mocking him. Perhaps fortunately for the boy his excitement is well beyond pausing to consider this to deeply, after all, despite his outgoing nature and often misplaced good intent he remains shockingly ill at ease around females in many situations and indeed were he given to consider her mocking him he might well have found himself insecure before her and truly, given the nature of the black female that would surely be a perilous thing. She seemed to grow ill at ease as he questioned her, evidently irritated at having had her lack of ability with the common tone pointed out, Pan once more tilting his golden skull. Why should she take offense to such a thing? One could never improve unless ones faults were pointed out and truly, Pan would even be willing to assist her in her communication if she so desired it. His lips parted to suggest as such when she spoke once, scowling slightly towards the end of her sentence before his gaze widened in surprise. Ignorant! Of all that he had been called within his life, such a phrase had never been uttered in reference to himself and indeed the boy is shockingly offended, his own gaze narrowing slightly, tail flicking in the first sign of agitation.
“My dear women! I am hardly ignorant of anything. My knowledge may be limited in some areas and yet I assure you that which I do know is correct and based upon study and fact. I am hardly ignorant and have made no assumption as you yourself have just done. Now, please, I do have a few more questions…”
He offered her another scolding look, as if to punish her with a glance alone for her indiscretion towards his intelligence, prepared to speak and ask what lingered within his mind when the black female offered him another withering look before choosing to argue with him again. Now, truly, Pan is not used to being argued with, in fact, he is so stunned by this creatures attempts to prove him wrong that he is given to be near speechless, at least for a few moments before he adjusted himself once more, holding himself just a little higher, after all, the boy may not be a frequently dominate creature, or at least, not one who is often forced to prove it yet the matter remains, when blood is considered, the boy is Alpha born and such youth do not yield easily in any regard.
“Perhaps, but is it the way of your Order to torture before you kill? I do not believe so. Why did you bring it such pain, why not simply toss it from the edge or consume it? That is my issue.”
These words were perhaps a little more blunt and direct and indeed it would seem the boy may have pushed her a little too far, the giant black female leaning towards him as Pan himself lent involuntarily back, lips pulling back slightly in irritation to reveal gleaming white teeth as his heckles bristled ever so slightly. Intelligent he may be, but he is still very much wolf and instinct is a powerful thing.
“Excuse me, but I do feel you may be invading my personal space.”
His tone remained polite if not slightly stiff as the dark-eyed girl leaned towards him, speaking a final time in irritation. Honestly, this was not exactly as he had presumed the Angels to be and yet he may well be willing to reconsider his thoughts on Iromar and there dislike of such blood if Angels are given to be so- assertive. Then again, Malina behaved in no such way. She spoke of her blood, answering his earlier query, curiosity finding his features once more. Why on earth was she so displeased to speak as everyone else? Would it not be an advantage to converse with others. He shook his head, words friendly once more, though assured and confident in himself still.
“I merely sought to correct your incorrect pronunciation. You may be speaking the common words well enough for others and myself to deem you coherent, yet well enough is still not entirely correct and whether you are willing to accept it or not your common tongue is sub-par. Perhaps you would like me to instruct you? Is it not another Art you would desire to master? As for your intentions you are, in fact, not capable of throwing me over the edge, at least not in your current position. Given how we are both standing, my weight in comparison to your height and ability to lift and turn let alone the actually act of tossing me- it is quite impossible, at least- not if you wish to do it smoothly. It cannot be done in one motion, in fact it would be easier for me to push you over backwards.”
One eye lifted and maybe, maybe for the first time- the boy smirked.
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4 years || Indus x Wild Justice || Brother to Seven and Alexander || No Mate || No Imprint || Glorall |