Return of the Prince
Sept 22, 2015 0:14:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 0:14:44 GMT -5
Jet black paws kissed the ground for a moment before departing one by one in a quick and steady rhythm. Where the paws touched the ground, the green summer's grass seemed to grow slightly longer. Black paws mottled into long, lithely muscled ivory white legs. White faded into cream and cream faded into tan. The usually marked wolf trotted along, his eyes starring intently forward and his erect ears swiveling. To an outsider wise in the ways of lands far, far from here, they would say that Demetrios' coat color was like that of an African Wild Dog's. His shaggy pelt was beautifully marked with patches of white surrounded by black and his face was a dark black mask. Golden eyes starred out of the dark mask, startling bright against the dark background.
Demetrios was a tall, well muscled and handsome wolf. Despite his youth, he was not soft. But nor did he carry an air of cruelty often found in evil wolves. He carried himself with obvious pride and nobility. The young wolf was not being arrogant with his posture. It was simply that dominance and leadership came naturally to him. One could say it was even in his blood....
Demetrios paused and tipped his nose skyward. The sun would soon set, marking the end to another beautiful summer's day. He closed his eyes and inhaled, tasting the scent of the border on his tongue. This was it. He was here at last. Respectfully, he sat down just outside the border, wrapping the feathery tassel of his tail about his paws.....and he began to concentrate. Something on his hip began to glow dully. He had been practicing along the way and already he was getting better. Using this power for which he had been named, of which his very own Mother had been a master of....it was something else that came naturally to him. Small shoots began to form in the grass around him. Slowly, the grew taller and then soon bloomed into a rainbow of beautiful wild flowers. He surrounded himself with the sweet smelling plants and smiled to himself. Botany was such an underestimated power. But the ability to control life, to control mother nature herself....it was a great power indeed. Demetrios had seen the wonders his mother, a level 3 botanist, had been able to create. Vines that would spring from the ground and snare his mother's prey or enemies, baskets of vines lined with the softest grass for him and his litter mates, she could even bring the trees themselves to life....it was a sight to behold.
When he was satisfied with his work, Demetrios tipped his head back and howled. "Alphess, please grant me an audience on your borders, for I am Demetrios, son of Acka, founder of the brave Honovi pack!! By her last command, I am here."
Demetrios was a tall, well muscled and handsome wolf. Despite his youth, he was not soft. But nor did he carry an air of cruelty often found in evil wolves. He carried himself with obvious pride and nobility. The young wolf was not being arrogant with his posture. It was simply that dominance and leadership came naturally to him. One could say it was even in his blood....
Demetrios paused and tipped his nose skyward. The sun would soon set, marking the end to another beautiful summer's day. He closed his eyes and inhaled, tasting the scent of the border on his tongue. This was it. He was here at last. Respectfully, he sat down just outside the border, wrapping the feathery tassel of his tail about his paws.....and he began to concentrate. Something on his hip began to glow dully. He had been practicing along the way and already he was getting better. Using this power for which he had been named, of which his very own Mother had been a master of....it was something else that came naturally to him. Small shoots began to form in the grass around him. Slowly, the grew taller and then soon bloomed into a rainbow of beautiful wild flowers. He surrounded himself with the sweet smelling plants and smiled to himself. Botany was such an underestimated power. But the ability to control life, to control mother nature herself....it was a great power indeed. Demetrios had seen the wonders his mother, a level 3 botanist, had been able to create. Vines that would spring from the ground and snare his mother's prey or enemies, baskets of vines lined with the softest grass for him and his litter mates, she could even bring the trees themselves to life....it was a sight to behold.
When he was satisfied with his work, Demetrios tipped his head back and howled. "Alphess, please grant me an audience on your borders, for I am Demetrios, son of Acka, founder of the brave Honovi pack!! By her last command, I am here."
