violent delights

It was time.

He'd lazed around feeling sorry for himself for long enough. No doubt his father would be disappointed in him. He was tired of hiding out in his little hole outside the castle walls, and he wanted to do something, be something. The yearling, large enough to say he had grown up, trotted into the castle with his head high. It was time to search out the Risen Emperor, and demand a purpose. He'd done it before, when he demanded a teacher. His father had seen to it that his opportunity to train with Malleus had been torn away while they searched for his mother and brother. Now, he wanted it back. Wanted to earn his name, and a place in the pack.

The sound built deep in his chest, reverberating through his ribs and shaking his bones. A low, sonorous howl that would make the walls and halls of the castle tremble with his might. The phoenix was ready to rise, and he wouldn't be ignored. Head aloft, he let the call die out only when there was no air left in his lungs. Then, he stood tall, stance square like his father had taught him. Proud, and ready.

ooc. Meph is looking to gain a rank in the pack, or beg forgiveness to achieve it