05-17-2010, 09:49 PM
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Lol, that's awesome. (546.)
It was true that the milky sky-blue of his baby eyes had begun to fade, slashed through with a vibrant blue that caught the glances of others. It was easy, through this, for some to guess his relation to his father. King himself only found utmost pride in carrying the eyes of Haku Soul, and he liked the attention. It was a powerful thing, to have your reputation (or, in some other cases, his father's) to proceed you, and this youth relished in it. Power was something that King found fascinating—far more so than most of the other things that people treasured. This might have been the root of his attachment to his father, that he had ruled Dahlia universally and created a war virtually alone. The fact that he had been ousted recently did not mean anything; if anything, King assumed that it was temporary. Peace was always temporary, and he couldn't wait until that stagnation was over with.
He had no idea about the danger that he was coming so close to—he would never consider that Haku would hurt him. It was one of King's primary goals, to impress his father, the closest thing he had to a role model or idol. No matter how much of what he had seen of others in the pack—or even the few of those he saw from the outside—no one really measured up in his mind. It was always in the light of his already skewed ideals—those that strength and dominance were all that made you in this world, and that infirmity and instability were things to be attacked to be made right.
It was exactly what he did when the man's cruel smile appeared—somewhere in King something floundered, the beginnings of fear. The boy hated that feeling, and he attacked it internally, subduing it and suppressing it. He did not allow himself to feel fear, as fear incited weakness. He tried his hardest to turn his back on this feeling, drawing himself up to his full height as Haku commented on how he had grown. He had been told that he was big and strong for his age, something that he took pride in. One day he wouldn't have to wait anymore; he had already been helpless before, watching as his mother had to defend herself against a coyote assailant. King had wanted nothing more to attack him himself, pin him down and tear him to pieces, but he knew he wasn't big enough. Soon he wouldn't have to worry about that.
Haku had been waiting for him? That caused his heart to stutter a little, though it returned to a strong beat soon enough. The surprise might've been seen in his blue eyes as well, though it resolved in the twitching wag of his tail. "Then I'm sorry I couldn't have gotten here sooner," he said in a low tone. No, the boy had not forgotten his father's last promise to him, that he would have something to show him—to teach him—when he got older. Was he old enough now? Was that why his dad was here now? That was certainly what plagued the boy's mind now, though he couldn't seem to summon his voice to ask.