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The strange child of the Wolfe and Denahlii was at best a waif lost within the realms of his own mind. The voices that spoke to him were interesting ones, and made enormous amounts of sense. But the bleached almost man was not swayed by their luscious temptations or sweet whisperings for behind their honey tones he could sense the deception, the malice waiting to pounce. They knew he would never fall to them but they still insisting on trying, over and over. A being of lesser wit and will may have very well cracked under the strain but Honrin was not a normal male by any means. For the shadows he saw he also saw the lights as well. The counter parts to the shadows. These he followed willingly if they asked something of him for they were pure and well meaning whilst their darker brethren looked on and hissed.
Amber eyes were devoid of any emotion as he watched the sun come up over the sea's horizon and light the valley below. From his high altitude he could see the town that contains both his parent's house and the one that Pandora and he had taken for their own. Ivory pelt ruffled in the summer morning breeze. His submissive sister would not be long in following him up here, she liked to join him on his morning meditation as the sun rose over head. The boy was certain of the path he wanted to take in the pack and had been for as far as he could remember. The child could even remember the conversation his mother had had with the Lady X'yrin all those months ago whilst holding his tiny form, the things his mother had done, but he loved his mother very dearly, in some ways he was like a slave to her whim, coming when she called and doing as she said. He did not judge her for her actions and strove to be like her in as many ways as he could manage despite inheriting his father's quiet manner.
Across his back his quiver was lashed with a length of cloth containing his stained white bow and arrows. He was a hunter as well as any other in this pack and whenever he went hunting always made sure to bring some portion back for his family. Within the base of his leg ear his fang earring glinted in the sun's still weak rays.
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The strange child of the Wolfe and Denahlii was at best a waif lost within the realms of his own mind. The voices that spoke to him were interesting ones, and made enormous amounts of sense. But the bleached almost man was not swayed by their luscious temptations or sweet whisperings for behind their honey tones he could sense the deception, the malice waiting to pounce. They knew he would never fall to them but they still insisting on trying, over and over. A being of lesser wit and will may have very well cracked under the strain but Honrin was not a normal male by any means. For the shadows he saw he also saw the lights as well. The counter parts to the shadows. These he followed willingly if they asked something of him for they were pure and well meaning whilst their darker brethren looked on and hissed.
Amber eyes were devoid of any emotion as he watched the sun come up over the sea's horizon and light the valley below. From his high altitude he could see the town that contains both his parent's house and the one that Pandora and he had taken for their own. Ivory pelt ruffled in the summer morning breeze. His submissive sister would not be long in following him up here, she liked to join him on his morning meditation as the sun rose over head. The boy was certain of the path he wanted to take in the pack and had been for as far as he could remember. The child could even remember the conversation his mother had had with the Lady X'yrin all those months ago whilst holding his tiny form, the things his mother had done, but he loved his mother very dearly, in some ways he was like a slave to her whim, coming when she called and doing as she said. He did not judge her for her actions and strove to be like her in as many ways as he could manage despite inheriting his father's quiet manner.
Across his back his quiver was lashed with a length of cloth containing his stained white bow and arrows. He was a hunter as well as any other in this pack and whenever he went hunting always made sure to bring some portion back for his family. Within the base of his leg ear his fang earring glinted in the sun's still weak rays.