A Bit Too Far

Skoll Haskel · 03-19-2012, 09:06 AM

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My cold dark tower seems so bright

Word Count :: 508
Last post before class, haha. And simple reasoning make Skoll brain HURRRT.

For all his cockiness, Skoll was not that experienced in the world. He had always gotten off easy when it came to dark life lessons, such as that of the war that ravaged the southern packs. He was raised in a good family with good morals, protected by a good pack, surrounded by good influences. He was never too hungry or too cold. These factors helped him reach his large potential size and remain healthy and happy, but they also made him clueless about what to do beyond the borders. He was not a survivor because he had nothing to survive.

Her fluffy white body wiggled onto all fours, and the creamy-colored prince wanted to bowl her over—in fun, this time. He didn’t think that a wrestling game would go well while he was in his gargantuan secui shape, though, even if he was very good at being gentle with smaller pups.

Instead, he listened, and quirked an ear. No pack meant no family as far as he was concerned; the two terms were almost synonymous. He had met a lone wolf before, but the loner had been little and confused about packs, introducing her family as one instead. That had been good enough for him.

“Hunting?” Skoll laughed all of a sudden. “A pup’s gotta eat but you’re so tiny a rabbit could eat you!” Well, all right, that was an exaggeration. He realized that he was teasing, remembering his brother’s protests to their parents about it, and flicked his tail as if to dismiss what he’d said. He simply couldn’t imagine it, maybe because he’d never been forced to hunt that young. He was still amazed and squeally every time he caught a mouse, let alone a rabbit.

The girl pressed her snout to the earth, her voice half muffled as her breath stirred the dust and grass. And, like every other time so far, he was taken aback by her question—mostly because he didn’t know what she meant by it. Was she worried about trespassing, or was she wondering still why he was here? He grew frustrated by his own confusion, his own inexperience at talking to clueless little wolves, and huffed loudly as he took a seat.

“Not really,” Skoll confessed before blurting, “But you’re… You’re all alone! And I don’t want someone to eat you.”

That last admission sounded right coming out of his mouth, for once, and he gave a small and sincere nod to drive home that point. That was what was bothering him so much, not that she was a little hunter and seemingly careless or confident and an asker of questions. No, she was little and she was alone, and a king made sure innocents did not get hurt. He still remembered the last time he’d ventured into the forest all alone, when the bobcat had attacked him and the stranger had saved his life. He wanted to be like that wolf… He wanted to be brave like that wolf, and strong and rightful like his father!

I swear it must be heaven's light

Image courtesy of night-fate-stock & SunOwl

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