Winter Inside
Morning came to wash its bright rays across the pallid heavens it dawned upon the young Prince that he once more neglected to drift into slumber the previous night. As ever there remained multiple things to speculate and think about, while his Parents were hard at work he would play the pompous King and watch his siblings from his high throne which, in all honesty, was just a higher rock inside their den. It seems that they did had company but who ever this lady was, he could not place a name of her features even though the scent was familiar. He would do well in the afternoon, when their Parents usually took them out of the den, as the molten fire that lit his pelt cast in shades of warm russets and reds, fine silks spun to perfection by an adroit weaver. Bold dual colored eyes, like both sky and earth, a shadow of an endless void, illuminations of ardor and indignation, a judicious psyche that swept the lesser wolves out to sea -- he could not weep for their loss, for his tears would be wasted. From a young age he knew his intelligence was above the others, he was superior just as their Mother told them every time she indulged in Her stories. Same was for his Father tales of the mighty and grand Empire that once was his to rule. Curious, for the man did not seem to share their Parensts thoughts, he would not wish tor ule not be rules, he wanted freedom but that seemed harder to achieve specially since they were still inside. S sigh left his pretty little maw as his gaze fell upon the sleeping woman again. |
