Run With The Giants

The noonday sun hangs high in the sky, stifling the air with an oppressive heat. This has caused most of the girl’s family to retreat back into their den and she casts a glance toward the dark opening that leads to their den. While the cool, dark palace tunnels call to Seere, the small, monochrome pup opts to stay outside. Turning her face forward, panting heavily, the gray pup practices the stances her dad had showed her, trying to remember exactly how he placed his paws and adjusted his weight.

Standing on the sandy beach, the sea lapping at the shore behind her, Seere plants her paws and sets her defenses. Once she is satisfied, the pup starts to shift to the form, legs move, weight changes and… small legs tangle around themselves pitching the monochrome pup forward. With an, “Oof” she lands face first on the sand and heaves a frustrated sigh. Dad makes it look so easy, his tall frame flowing from one stance into the next like the water that crashes behind her.

As Seere works to untangle her legs, she thinks of the way Plague fights. His towering height had been imposing but the real threat had laid in his toned muscles. She remembers the way he effortlessly moved away from his sparring partner, a sense of power following him as he moved. Seere had decided, right there, that she wanted to be fighter just like her dad. Regaining her footing, the gray pup plants her paws just like she had seen her dad do. With determination on her face, the gray pup sets about practicing as the afternoon drags on.


"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"