just can't wait to be king

Vigilante Haskel · 01-28-2012, 06:13 PM

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His son did not argue against the King’s words to stay young while he could, and for that the dog mutt was thankful. The sun-furred boy looked at him with an expression of absolute seriousness at this instruction, and through his serious, sage-like expression, Vigilante wanted to laugh at the expression for the sheer intensity of it. Instead, he did not continue that bit of conversation; Skoll seemed to understand it. He wanted only for his children to be allowed to grow up with the childhood they deserved, the one he had never been given. Liam and Noah had not been given that opportunity and he did not want the same to fall on Skoll, Hati, and Lottie. It was bad enough that they had already witnessed war at such a young age, even if they seemed to be fine in the aftermath. Ayita had apparently done enough to keep them out of the heart of it, out of the direct path of harm and fighting.

Vigilante laughed openly at the excited way his son danced around him and then ran ahead of him, racing to the stables in the excited way that only puppies could. The King followed quickly, shifting his body to his infrequently-used two-legged form. The horses seemed more comfortable around the canines that stood on two legs like the humans once did, and perhaps this was because both Heath and Alder, the only two Marshalls that had ever been in the kingdom, had used this form to care for the horses. Along with the easiness of the horses, the dog King felt that it would be safer for Skoll if he could easily pick him up. The horses, though owned by the members of the kingdom and mostly tamed, still posed a danger to the young ones of the pack. Their hooves could always cause devastation if children were not careful, no matter how safe the horse.

Entering the stables on two legs instead of the four he preferred, Vigilante spotted Skoll standing in front of one of the stalls. His son looked at him, and the question was met with a shake of his head. Though he had a horse companion, he had never learned to ride, and in fact, he found the practice very strange indeed. “No, I cannot,” he admitted to his son. While he was a proud man, he did not have a problem with admitting to his son that he could not do something that other members of the kingdom could do. It was simply something he had never learned to do, and if he had, he was a bit concerned about his size. He was not a small canine, and while his stallion was large as well, he did not want to injure the equine.

Leaning down, he picked up the boy and lifted him higher so that he could look at the horse’s face instead of at its hooves. Certainly that was a better view than four hooves on some hay that was probably a bit dirty. “Some of them have names because they’re owned by different members of the kingdom, like I have Nádherné, and like Alder has Hawthorne. Some of them, though, belong to the whole pack and they don’t have names.” He looked at the cream and white mare inside the stall that Skoll had stopped in front of. “Maybe you can think of a good name for this one,” he suggested. It would do no harm to give them names, and he could call for Ayita or Liam at some point to paint the names on the doors of the stalls. It would give the pack’s communal horses more identity if they had individual names.

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