Dancing to music only we can hear
Open to Zeerius pup
09-15-2022, 01:07 AM
Good. It's the approval that would keep him going. It's the approval that would always keep him going. Dread needs it. He thrives on it, at least in his young age. A tender state for a young man, and here he stands before his father. He stands before his father as so many of his siblings have, before him. So many of them have been trained beneath the Warlord... would Dread be among the last? He doesn't know it yet. There's no way for him to know. Bathed in golden sunlight, all he can do is hang on Seer's every word. A circle around each paw. Targets for him to hit, to mark. Each time Dread hit those targets, it would feel more natural. His balance would improve bit by bit, right? He was sure of it. He had to be sure of it. He listens intently as Seer speaks, offering a singular nod. Once a day, as an instruction, is lost on him. Dread vows here that this will be his new default. This will be the way he stands at rest, at least until it's comfortable. Once it's comfortable? Hopefully then, it will be second nature. Once it's second nature, well, would he need anything else? Likely not. With intensity in his eyes, Dread looks to Seer and nods once. Understanding. From the spot he stands he takes a few steps, turns as tight a circle as he can manage. From there, to postured and ready. Dread moves into, and out of the stance in turn. Gradually it becomes less clumsy, though he still wobbles over floppy puppy joints. At least he's learning. |