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05-20-2019, 08:29 PM
The barrel bodied boy was getting bigger, he had reached his second season and six months looked well on him. He was slowly coming into his proportions, but he still clung heavily to his awkward long legs and round body. His face was lengthening, and he was looking more and more like a real Abraxas every day.
His patience was obvious in his slow gait as he navigated the garden he was born int. He didn’t crush a single plant, a practice he had been working on since he’d been scolded for running over some important species. The image was a stark contrast to the pup that Pyrrhic had taken under his wing a season ago. Though his appearance was changing quickly Iroh still felt a high motivation and excitement to train and become a General one day.
Though it was colder this time of yearIroh wasn’t bothered, he walked calmly to the tree line. Before he saw them Iroh could hear the noise of the horde. He had no intention of confronting them and shifted his direction, but as he moved the noise continued to follow. The more he avoided the closer they came.
Eventually he was in the middle of them. He couldn’t see them still as they flashed through the foliage, but finally one stopped before him. She had a bright face, though it wasn’t near as impressive as Benkos her high rank was obvious. Her fur was a bit lighter than many of the Mandrills Iroh had encountered, a soft warm brown gray accentuated by her bright blue face and creamy yellow chest. Her eyes were a striking lightning yellow, and her intelligence was obvious in a single glance. Iroh felt captivated as she seemed to look him over, a judging glance here and there.
As soon as she appeared she was gone again though, and with her went the tornado of invisible primates. Iroh was left standing on his own, dumbstruck about what had just happened.
His patience was obvious in his slow gait as he navigated the garden he was born int. He didn’t crush a single plant, a practice he had been working on since he’d been scolded for running over some important species. The image was a stark contrast to the pup that Pyrrhic had taken under his wing a season ago. Though his appearance was changing quickly Iroh still felt a high motivation and excitement to train and become a General one day.
Though it was colder this time of yearIroh wasn’t bothered, he walked calmly to the tree line. Before he saw them Iroh could hear the noise of the horde. He had no intention of confronting them and shifted his direction, but as he moved the noise continued to follow. The more he avoided the closer they came.
Eventually he was in the middle of them. He couldn’t see them still as they flashed through the foliage, but finally one stopped before him. She had a bright face, though it wasn’t near as impressive as Benkos her high rank was obvious. Her fur was a bit lighter than many of the Mandrills Iroh had encountered, a soft warm brown gray accentuated by her bright blue face and creamy yellow chest. Her eyes were a striking lightning yellow, and her intelligence was obvious in a single glance. Iroh felt captivated as she seemed to look him over, a judging glance here and there.
As soon as she appeared she was gone again though, and with her went the tornado of invisible primates. Iroh was left standing on his own, dumbstruck about what had just happened.
05-24-2019, 10:54 PM
Pyrrhic had been thinking about the future of the Abraxas a lot lately. His father had drilled it into him since he was a child that strength came from unity, but as he was getting more and more responsibility it was becoming clearer that unity was a difficult thing to maintain. Personalities varied too much. What struck one as logical might offend another, what was too harsh a punishment for one was inevitably too harsh for another. Ruling was a balancing act, he decided. So what then could unite wildly different wolves? Passion, loyalty and conviction. Being passionate about their mission, being loyal to the ultimate cause, being convicted of the righteousness of their purpose. If he was to succeed he needed to foster those traits in those around him. He would have their devotion by being devoted to them. And he would start with the most receptive of the Abraxas. Pups were sponges; they soaked up the world around them. It made sense to get to know his cousins while they were young and to form relationships with them from the start. To that end he had come up with a plan that would allow him to be better connected to at least one young cousin and to ensure that Iroh had a good teacher with him always. Growing up, Pyrrhich had benefited greatly from Benkos' teachings and the mandrill had helped shape his personality for (in Pyrrhic's opinion) the better. Iroh deserved a companion like that and it wad for that reason that Pyrrhic had found him one. Her name was Sarabi and according to Benkos she would be perfect for Iroh. The mandrill was one of the highest ranking females in Benkos harem and her guile had secured her a permanent place at Benkos' side. Her crafting ability set her apart from the rest - it was this that had first caught his eye and prompted him to raid for her - and she had proven to be an exceptional mother. She had birthed him nothing but sons (twins at that) and though the youngest was still untried, the rest were all successful chiefs. Pyrrhic observed the exchange between Sarabi and Iroh and then approached the young Abraxas after the horde had disappeared. "What do you think of them?" |