06-16-2008, 03:17 PM
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It was rare the child wandered too far from his family. From the protection of his mother's deadly fangs and the company of his sister and brother. But the world beyond called to the little solider, so loyal and blind to the teachings and whims of Kaena. A rare burst of individuality in the Prince of Fear, and the boy tread alone through the long grasses and trees growing distant from the den he called home. Claws pressing into the rain-soaked earth, smelling strongly of damp soil and decay, crimson eyes trained on his surroundings and movements were of one many years older then the young coyote puppy. He crept along like a serpent, sliding across the ground and leaving barely a trace or upturned twig in his wake. A beautiful boy, with a soft golden coat and features that showed no trace of wolfen lineage. Large ears, sleek form, and long, fluffy tail that held none of the awkwardness normally present in the young. Chosen. Perfect. He and his siblings were Mother's favorite, and the young creature held a cold arrogance with his head held high and body poised like a true Prince descent from royalty. A royalty of the damned and fallen.
He paused, one paw still raised in mid-step as head turned skyward. Droplets fell as the wind rustled through the leaves, leaving damp traces down the boy's pale-coated nose. He wrinkled his muzzle, angry at the audacity of the earth and wishing to punish it, but he'd yet to grow and the time would come. Instead, he inhaled the rain-mingled scents that permeated the air, fur bristling at one such odor that'd filled his senses since he'd first left his mother's den. Wolf. Fangs bared at the thought, growl dying in his throat as he remembered silence was key when sneaking about. Those disgusting beasts. Oh, Kaena had taught him well. She'd taught him of those devilish, damned beasts that were worth less than the dirt beneath his paws. They must be eradicated. They must be destroyed. They all must be burned the like demons they were, to leave only the perfect and the beautiful, like he and his family to walk and rule the earth like the true Kings and Queens they were.
He paused, one paw still raised in mid-step as head turned skyward. Droplets fell as the wind rustled through the leaves, leaving damp traces down the boy's pale-coated nose. He wrinkled his muzzle, angry at the audacity of the earth and wishing to punish it, but he'd yet to grow and the time would come. Instead, he inhaled the rain-mingled scents that permeated the air, fur bristling at one such odor that'd filled his senses since he'd first left his mother's den. Wolf. Fangs bared at the thought, growl dying in his throat as he remembered silence was key when sneaking about. Those disgusting beasts. Oh, Kaena had taught him well. She'd taught him of those devilish, damned beasts that were worth less than the dirt beneath his paws. They must be eradicated. They must be destroyed. They all must be burned the like demons they were, to leave only the perfect and the beautiful, like he and his family to walk and rule the earth like the true Kings and Queens they were.