child of the storm

Pale blue eyes watch Incubus as he talks, nodding slowly in response to the statement of not being afraid to ask for help. Truthfully, Enki doesn’t know how not to be afraid of anything since his whole life has been spent, running and hiding. The smile he offers the man is kind but lacks confidence behind it. There a brilliant spark of determination in his eyes and, following that, he shifts into his defensive stance, ready and willing to learn. Thoughts of reuniting with all his siblings drives him do better and he absorbs the information that is given, like a sponge.

Pale eyes watch as Incubus mirrors him, lowering into a defensive position as the man continues to talk. The pink pup learns about aligning his spine he does what is suggested, following his instructor’s movements and lowering his head while flagging his tail. It takes him a few moments but he finds the sweet spot and makes a mental note of how it feels when his spine is aligned. Next, Incubus moves on to an intimidating stance and Enki relaxes his body to watch what his instructor does.

Head nods slowly as he thinks it watches, thinking things over, before it is thrown back to him to try and practice the stance. With a sharp dip of his head, Enki bends his joints while moving his head to form the straight line. Tail lifts slightly and the boy allows his hackles to raise as he tucks his chin slightly. Eyelids lower and his ears flatten as his lips pull back to relieve his teeth. A deep growl rumbles in his chest and he maintains the domineering stance for a few beats before allowing the growl to end.

Blinking his eyes so that they open wider, his flagged tail slowly wags as he asks, “Like that?” Still a pup, a part of the pink boy yearns to make all adults proud of him… like, he hopes, his mother is.


"Enki Klein"