Loyalty and Control (Closed)
May 30, 2017 23:43:50 GMT -5
Post by Meds on May 30, 2017 23:43:50 GMT -5
DeSoto;
Angled shoulders were rolling under dark blue fur. DeSoto was walking through the forests of Frigid Plague. Every piece of land that he now saw, he pictured Perjury controlling with her mind. Utteraly fascinated by her had he been, and had since not been able to get the alphess out of his mind. Of course, she had been the only alphess he had met that he believed he could truly follow—and that is bound to stick in one's mind; especially a wolf like DeSoto. Above all, he was loyal to his alpha. He could be loyal to others as well, pack mates for example—but only on command from the alpha. Perjury might not have known it yet, but DeSoto could see himself standing by her side. A Beta, perhaps. His mind was full of it. How he could help her, what he could do for the pack. It was an obsession.
Upon meeting the alphess and seeing her shocking powers, DeSoto had since travelled to Geist and requested a power of his own. He had gone seeking fire power—but instead had been given the gift of Siren. Had DeSoto been an less controlled kind of wolf, he might have been angry with his lot. But when Geist had told him to drink the spilled potion if he truly desired one at all, he had licked it up—along with the shattered glass—all the same. His tongue was still tender where the shards had cut into the meat.
But as it was, DeSoto was not the sort of wolf to allow himself to feel things that weren't strictly under his control. He surely felt angry sometimes, of course, but only when he wanted to. Emotions in the sense that other wolves might feel (fleeting and messy things, always getting in the way) had been ground out of him long ago. He still felt them, yes, but there was a deep level of detachment there. It would have to be something all together shocking to catch DeSoto giving an uncalculated response.
As such, DeSoto did not speak much, preferring rather to think and observe than blather on. It was rather ironic, giving the gift of Siren to a wolf who was sparing with his words, but he was content (for he would not allow himself to feel otherwise). Perhaps Siren was not as destructive as fire... but still dangerous in its own way. He hadn't yet given his gift a try. The time for practice would come on its own, and were he to force it things would just turn ugly. The white scar-like tattoo on his chest was the only hint that he had a power at all.
DeSoto eventually came upon a large fallen tree. Hollow, it seemed. His pointed ears flicked slightly, and he crossed slowly to the mouth of it. He leaned in, dark eyes scanning the darker interior. He smiled to himself. Perhaps, to release the true power of Siren, he needed only to find the right situation.
Gathering breath, DeSoto parted his jaws and barked. It felt normal enough in his throat, but he could feel the power behind the new sound. It rocked forth, blaring out in all directions. It didn't hurt his own ears, but he heard thumping as a startled animal nearby took off. He blinked slowly, tilting his head back and forth. Perhaps all was not lost.
Angled shoulders were rolling under dark blue fur. DeSoto was walking through the forests of Frigid Plague. Every piece of land that he now saw, he pictured Perjury controlling with her mind. Utteraly fascinated by her had he been, and had since not been able to get the alphess out of his mind. Of course, she had been the only alphess he had met that he believed he could truly follow—and that is bound to stick in one's mind; especially a wolf like DeSoto. Above all, he was loyal to his alpha. He could be loyal to others as well, pack mates for example—but only on command from the alpha. Perjury might not have known it yet, but DeSoto could see himself standing by her side. A Beta, perhaps. His mind was full of it. How he could help her, what he could do for the pack. It was an obsession.
Upon meeting the alphess and seeing her shocking powers, DeSoto had since travelled to Geist and requested a power of his own. He had gone seeking fire power—but instead had been given the gift of Siren. Had DeSoto been an less controlled kind of wolf, he might have been angry with his lot. But when Geist had told him to drink the spilled potion if he truly desired one at all, he had licked it up—along with the shattered glass—all the same. His tongue was still tender where the shards had cut into the meat.
But as it was, DeSoto was not the sort of wolf to allow himself to feel things that weren't strictly under his control. He surely felt angry sometimes, of course, but only when he wanted to. Emotions in the sense that other wolves might feel (fleeting and messy things, always getting in the way) had been ground out of him long ago. He still felt them, yes, but there was a deep level of detachment there. It would have to be something all together shocking to catch DeSoto giving an uncalculated response.
As such, DeSoto did not speak much, preferring rather to think and observe than blather on. It was rather ironic, giving the gift of Siren to a wolf who was sparing with his words, but he was content (for he would not allow himself to feel otherwise). Perhaps Siren was not as destructive as fire... but still dangerous in its own way. He hadn't yet given his gift a try. The time for practice would come on its own, and were he to force it things would just turn ugly. The white scar-like tattoo on his chest was the only hint that he had a power at all.
DeSoto eventually came upon a large fallen tree. Hollow, it seemed. His pointed ears flicked slightly, and he crossed slowly to the mouth of it. He leaned in, dark eyes scanning the darker interior. He smiled to himself. Perhaps, to release the true power of Siren, he needed only to find the right situation.
Gathering breath, DeSoto parted his jaws and barked. It felt normal enough in his throat, but he could feel the power behind the new sound. It rocked forth, blaring out in all directions. It didn't hurt his own ears, but he heard thumping as a startled animal nearby took off. He blinked slowly, tilting his head back and forth. Perhaps all was not lost.