Young and free

Skoll Haskel · 07-07-2012, 09:42 PM

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The water offered resistance, splashing against his legs as he barreled through the shallows, and dampened his cream fur to a dark yellow. He laughed and took higher steps, prancing around with his malamute tail curled over his back, embellishing his role as the haughty prince tenfold. The scenery was so beautiful that he had to feel giddy, no matter how little he’d like his siblings to see him act like a puppy. Even though he was still sad about Crimson Dreams, the lake provided a distraction from such bad feelings and reminded him that he could still live a little, no matter what was going on in the outside world. Life was never all bad.

So distracted by the lake and catching his rippling reflection, Skoll did not notice the girl. He was snapping at his own face in the water, snorting when it sprayed his nostrils, when a sudden splashing and a loud bark made him jerk his head up and spin in a circle. He was met with a giant sheet of water slamming into his face and soaking his already wet fur.

Sputtering, the boy scrambled backwards and gave his doggish coat a shake, his green eyes opening wide in surprise as he looked at the culprit. Smell told him that this was the luperci he’d been looking for: a young female d’Artisan, her fur dark as coal with amber points.

But her young face invoked no mercy from the prince. His ears snapped down, and his brow furrowed into a grimace that was a little too theatrically dark to be truly menacing. He emitted the deepest bark he could then rushed toward her, skidding at the last second like she had to send water right back at her—and then he followed this up with a leap, his teeth aiming to pull her scruff and dunk her in the shallows for good measure.

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