All the King's Men

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-26-2011, 10:04 PM

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This strange uncle always managed to make the youth uneasy. The horse had evidently noticed the approaching leader before he, and it was first when his name was spoken out into the fresh air that he sharply turned to lay his eyes on the present Revlis male. Had he not been so unsettled by the sudden appearance of Sirius, he would have inwardly smirked at the fact that he had surpassed the Boss in height and size. Larkspur’s genes ran strong in his son’s veins.

At the very start of the journey to the trader’s market, the boy had been swallowed by significant amounts of self pity. He was no bright star like his sister was, and he hadn’t been able to interpret the man’s spoken words. In fact, it was only luck that had led him to results he could live with. Yes, in fact he was quite proud of what he had been able to get his hands on. He did not know if the Alpha would be pleased with what he had brought back with him, but the D’Angelo had done his best to please.

Night kissed muzzle bobbed in belated respect for his leader, and the brush was released by dark fingers and followed the irresistible pull of gravity. Ignoring the snort of discontentment from the stallion, Pan immediately strode to the crates. Would the Boss laugh when he saw the young hatchling and its naked flesh? The bird showed no promise; unlike the rare, feathered creature he had admired so in Freetown. But the merchant had promised, and Pandemic had returned to camp with an ugly duckling and a beautiful feather simmering with colour.

”I bring you a living jewel, a gem with a heartbeat.” the boy spoke with hushed tones, eyes trailing the King’s feet. The content of the first container was revealed, and a black hand extended towards the other man, offering the long, flawless feather that could only hint of the hatchling’s future appearance.

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