that crown don't make you a prince

King Chance · 03-05-2010, 05:55 PM

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It was high-sun time. Mama wasn't here. Sometimes she was, sometimes she wasn't—she kept good care of him, and he did not wander off. She was usually not gone for too long; sometimes she would take him with her if she was going somewhere for a while. No, she had told him to wait here for a little while. She would be back. King knew that he could leave. In all likelihood she would not punish him; he could get away with most anything. But he stayed here today. He decided to be nice but in the end it was still his decision. He liked having the power to decide what to do.

He was still bored, of course. You could only look into the forest for so long before you thought you knew everything about it. He knew where the birds kept their nests, and which of those had babies to feed because he kept seeing the birds come to it again and again with food. He knew which trees were evergreen and which were not. He had been told that the barren were-not trees would be green like the evergreens soon, but he wasn't quite sure he believed it. It would be something, though. He could hear (and smell, he imagined) a small stream a distance away. He was a little thirsty, but not bad. The sun wasn't strong enough for it to be bad. It was warmer than the previous days, he thought, but it might be because it was clear. No rainy clouds today. He liked the rain, he liked how it sounded and how it smelled. He didn't as much like how it felt—cold.

King eventually amused himself by lying down near the den, a mid-sized rock between his large forepaws. He tried to grip at it, remembering how Mama could use her hands in her two-leg form to pick things up. He couldn't do that yet, pick things up or be in two-leg form. Soon, soon. It was always soon or later. He wanted it to be now, but sometimes he couldn't get what he wanted. He wished he could. After fumbling with the cool stone for a while, the pup began to chew on it unconsciously. His teeth still hurt, even though they were all in now—at least, he thought that was all of them. He hoped so. They hurt. He scanned the forests and grassy places around as he did so, alert for when Mama came home.

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Haku Soul · 03-07-2010, 07:15 AM

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Hmm, this reply is far from amazing, but oh well!

The four legged creature moved slowly yet there was no doubt about the final destination set out for him. While the Chance woman was worthless, the child’s blood would have his taint. Because of the offspring’s promising genes, life would be preserved unless impulses got the best of the large, brown beast. The woman’s scent was not as strongly present as the child’s, and the Dahlian was content to see the child’s stormy gray coated form by the woman’s den. Brilliant blue watched the child with the usual hollow emptiness. Too young, but the small male was strong and healthy. The same exceptional blue had chosen to inhabit the child’s eyes as well, and was a promising sign for the demon, already looking for the next preferable host. All his children carried the same silent promise, though some had already been discarded by the madman.

The child was already aware of his presence as strong limbs started moving again to bring him closer to his body's mortal offspring. The scarred man observed the young soul and wondered how much its mother alone would manage to ruin. Years were spent breaking a young and healthy creature down into a submissive servant unless the process was started as early as possible. With this body there had been no choice, but now the tainted blood ran freely through many and the evil itself now was free from its chains. There were valid options available now. The Rosen studied the small one, pondering how children at that age should look like, whether or not his youngest child was beyond average or not.

King Chance · 03-07-2010, 10:49 AM

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Someone came, but it was not Mama. Not to say that the figure was not recognizable by the infant—he knew his father. He did not move as the Rosen approached, matching the huge chocolate-furred wolf intently just as he did to the young pup. He knew that Mama was not Papa, and that he needed to behave differently around both of them. He knew to be a little more cautious around Papa, but perhaps that was because he didn't spend that much time with him. It didn't really matter—Papa was important and he needed to do things. King actually felt a little self-satisfied in that he took time to come and see him... or maybe Mama, but she wasn't here because she was away but coming back. He continued staring and he continued chomping absentmindedly on the rock.

Papa didn't speak but he knew that meant that he was thinking. It was hard to think sometimes when you were talking so when there was no speech there were many thoughts whirling around like snowflakes in an eddying wind. King knew that that was the same for him; he didn't speak often because he was too busy thinking, piecing together the world one observation at a time. He wondered what Papa was thinking about now—probably him, seeing as though he had his eyes fixed on him. The boy's curiosity grew and he weighed the pros and cons of asking. It seemed like a harmless enough question. His dark tail twitched once or twice. He lifted his head, the rock still between his tan forepaws, and queried in a small and yet confident voice, "What are you thinking about?"

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Haku Soul · 03-08-2010, 07:44 AM

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This was a silent child, not at all the same as the loud stereotype image of a young puppy. The beast was grateful for that much, but this was not necessarily for the better. Conor’s spirit had been destroyed quickly with violence and cruelty, though he had slipped away between the father’s fingers and sought sanctuary with the pack’s caretaker. Had he been Rosen then things would not have turned out as they had, but Conor too was one of the few selected offspring that seemed promising to the large secui. There was no doubt he was his father’s child despite the unique colouration of his eyes. As long as blue was untainted from brown, there was always a chance for his family line to inhabit various hues of blue mixed with other colours.

The young voice next to him interrupted the beast’s absent thoughts and he actually glared at the child for a moment, surprised the young soul dared to speak before being spoken to. Ears perked sharply, forming a set of devil horns on top of his head for a brief moment before the light rage danced away from his scarred features. ”You,” was the large male’s simple answer. The beast had yet to determine whether or not he would make an effort turning the boy. ”Where is your mother?” he asked, perhaps aiming to derail the boy in case he wanted to continue his questioning. Children were such curious creatures.

King Chance · 03-09-2010, 12:30 AM

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Those electric eyes were on him mistily for a moment, but they regained a fierce clarity when King spoke. He was alarmed somewhat—he believed no one (especially not an infant) would be able to watch under that glare without wavering somewhat. He tried to hold on to it as long as he could, but after a few seconds he flicked a large ear and glanced down. The image of his father's scarred countenance, ears arcing proudly over his skull, was still in his mind as he stared blankly at his tan paws. But his Papa's answer sent him looking up again, once more weathering his gaze. Him?

It was probably a good thing he stemmed the tide of questions with his own, because King was suddenly brimming with them. What is he thinking about me? And why? What why what why why? And though they were not coming from his mouth, they were alive in his eyes—tiny fragments of those that he was staring up into. Mama? Oh, right, Mama. "She is away," he answered vaguely. She hadn't told him where she was going, only, "She'll be back soon, though." He was slightly defensive—of course his mother would never leave him unattended for long periods of time. He would argue that he could take care of himself. King's ego was expanding as proportionally as he was growing, and there were few checks on it.

He blinked up at his father, asking, "Did you want to see her?" It was not as obvious as it was to the infant as it would be to others. For all he knew, Papa could have come to see him! It made a fierce collection of pride, fear, and apprehension settle in his heart. He didn't pay it much attention, though.

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Haku Soul · 03-12-2010, 07:56 AM

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:O I will pm about sumthin!

It was quite clear that the woman was absent. A ripple danced through the man’s ears at this, but no more. How foolish to leave a child unguarded like this at such violent times. The demon would have done the same without blinking, but he was not the child’s parent – he had only given the boy some of his own, blackened blood. There was however the possibility that he would act as the father Tokyo so wished he would be, because the young thing needed to be converted into something more… appropriate for the demon’s needs. He allowed his muzzle to dip with acknowledgement at the boy’s words. Surely the Chance woman would be back soon. She had murdered her children, and he had expected her to end her second litter’s lives the same well, but there was true adoration in the woman’s ice blue gaze when she looked at her son. Unexpected, though useful.

”No, I came to see you,” the answer to the child’s next question sounded, though quite a few moments after it had spoken. ”Do you believe in monsters?” the large beast wondered as he looked at the body that seemed so small compared to his adult hybrid form. He wondered if the boy understood what death was, itched to scar the untainted soul.

King Chance · 03-14-2010, 02:31 AM

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O: Hokay?!(251.)

She had not been gone too long—King could tell because the length of the shadows in the snow had not grown very much since she had left. She had promised to come back soon. He didn't worry. He usually felt enveloped in safety, as long as he was in Dahlian territory. War? Trying to explain war to an infant was like trying to explain advanced astrophysics to him. He knew that there were bad guys out there, but he had never seen one. He imagined that they were afraid to come in to the territory. He could understand why. He was afraid of his father on most occasions.

Now was no exception. But King, like most natural sons, had a furious desire to please his father—he wanted to impress him, to mean something in his eyes. The fear was dulled by this fervor, though it stirred slightly when the Rosen replied that he had come to see him. His inherited blue eyes blinked slowly, then his thin tail wagged once or twice. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he wanted to believe it was a good thing.

The question Haku posed was unexpected. King thought for a moment (for he was a quiet and thoughtful child) before replying, "Yes." A brief pause and then, "I don't have a reason not to believe in them." As far as he was concerned, he had never really seen one. But that could change. Swiftly.

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Haku Soul · 03-26-2010, 10:45 AM

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The child was thankfully less of a bothersome chit chatter than his mother. The Chance could talk and talk until all Haku could do was to retrain those hungry jaws and keep from going for her throat. This was perhaps the prominent reason for why the alpha’s visits were so few. He could not handle the woman’s ignorant battering much anymore. Not after the burning and the death of the little chocolate coloured child with the blue eyes. No restrictions held him back now, though it was still important to try to make an effort into mingling with the group of mortal that he commanded. He needed them to sacrifice their blood and their lives still, and it would be hard of he openly executed members.

The reply that rose from the child after some time pleased the male, because it was important to believe in such things. While many people found no reason to believe in them, the boy spoke wise words and gave a different version: no reason not to believe in them. The young one would learn soon of such horrors. The secui fully intended to attach those strings to his son to see that body dance after his needs, but mortals could at times be hard to control and be restrained because they believed in freedom of the will. ”Good boy” the dark souled creature cooed, offering the young prince of Dahlia a cold smile.

”You’re becoming a big boy, King.” the man started now, eager to get things said before that annoying bitch returned to her child. ”Soon it will be time to teach you what life has to offer.” In a disturbing way. ”As my son certain things will be expected of you. I, for once have high expectations for you.” He should not have let the mother have had the child this long, because idiocy could be a disease, and good genes like these should not be toyed with by lesser creatures.

King Chance · 04-11-2010, 03:02 PM

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Words were strange to him. When someone was born, they had no words, but they could still understand. You get older and words come into play, but they are merely pathways to sharing your thoughts and demands with others. They were representations of what was inside, and usually pretty bad ones, what with the way that they were often misinterpreted. But they were usually all that they had, so they were necessary. And therefore King only used them when necessary — asking and answering questions; needless to say, he did not engage in any type of small talk.

King's dark tail wagged slightly at the praise, though his face was still pretty resigned. He knew that he should act differently around his father, respectful. His blue eyes were somewhat surprised and also excited when he mentioned something about teaching. Perhaps he was a little too young to be frightened of being held in high expectations, but at the moment little King felt too invincible to mind. "I'll be ready," he said in a quiet but confident voice, his eyes reflecting the sentiment. "And I won't let you down."

He wouldn't let himself let his father down. There were few things in this world that demanded his attention as of now, and impressing and pleasing his father was one of them. Haku Soul was something of an idol in King's young eyes, and no matter what his father thought of his mother, Tokyo did little to change this.

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Haku Soul · 04-18-2010, 05:48 AM

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The little man said that he would be ready, but Haku had his own thoughts about that. He was far too used to disappointments. However, it was already clear that the small child had something his mother did not have. Or perhaps he seemed promising because he was so young. Haku had been a father several times, but he never learned how to deal with the children he sired. He knew nothing about how they developed and functioned. It was also a big chance that little King would die in the future months as a result of the war.

Everyone would eventually let him down, he knew this. Unfortunately he could not do much with the child before that moment had arrived. ”Good boy,” the man cooed darkly again to his youngest offspring. The alpha would eventually come back to the young wolf, but he had lives to ruin. ”Tell your mom I said hi,” he added just as he turned to leave. Tokyo seemed to accept the role as single parent well, so he would leave her to it. She did not have the ability to turn a child into a monster like him though. That was what he would do.

King Chance · 04-18-2010, 11:43 PM

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No matter what, he did love his father. It was not anything warm and fuzzy; quite the opposite, it was something unwieldy and chilling. But he thought that no one else in the world deserved his utmost attention, his devotion. So his blue eyes burned silently as his father praised him, just as his mother did, though the tone was so much different. "Yes, sir," he murmured at Haku Soul's request, dipping his head slightly. He was sad that his father was having to go so soon, but he was a busy man that had a pack to run. He understood, and he would wait to see his father again.

Haku left and King waited, entertained by his own thoughts as he stared into the living woods of Dahlia de Mai. He focused on nothing else until his mother returned. He could see something in her eyes, in her face, when she recognized the fresh scent of their leader. But King said nothing, his great blue eyes -- Haku's eyes -- boring into her as she greeted him. He did not need to say anything, he knew she knew.

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