Princes of a Forgotten Realm
08-29-2013, 02:16 PM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ... Cross growled as he snapped at the pine log that he'd been carrying around in his jaws. As with most of the things he did now a days, it was meant to be a test of the limits that he was finding he had few of. A wolf's neck muscles are strong, but why not work to make them stronger? Cross was in that key developmental stage where as long as he could ignore pain, he could push and push and keep pushing himself as far as he wanted. Already he'd run with a bull, swum to two different islands, brawled with an Ex Amenti yearling in the Battlefields, dragged Orica halfway across a desert, and taken out a deer's throat in a chance flying leap. That hunting incident had been the start of it all. He'd discovered he had ability and instincts that were enough to be scary. Eventually it had dawned on him - he had been in line to be Heir of Glaciem. That kingdom was gone, now; but that didn't make him any less of a power in the making. He found himself often coming back to the old homelands now. There was no reason why he shouldn't. The pack that bore the name it knew nothing about was over in Sparse Pines. Too close for the comfort of a whole pack, but as a rogue he was in no danger out there. He'd already learned something of the new Glaciem pack. It had a lousy King but the king had a decent son. Cross's thoughts were on his own family now, though. Today he'd invited Galileo to tag along. Now that Orica was off on her foraging mission or whatever nonsense she was calling it, Cross found himself alone alot. He hadn't realize how much he'd miss the little blue eyed healer.... But the truth was, he needed to discover who he was. And for that, he didn't mind a little male companionship. "Hey Gali!" he shouted, his voice booming around the mouthfull of tree bark. "Think fast!" The next second he was lashing his head back, sending the chunk of branch in the other male's direction. It had couple of smaller bits sticking out that it could be grabbed by, but if not handled correctly it was just crash into the snow - possibly taking a tooth with it. All part of the fun, right? Cross was standing in the tundra grass looking at at the lake that was big enough to be an inland sea. He'd never had the chance to really swim in it when he was here before. Or rather he did, but he was either too small, or, later on, too afraid. It was about time he fix that. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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