Polar Opposites

*Kyarst* · 02-20-2014, 04:30 PM

He liked the dark. He didn't stand out like a sore thumb in the dark. Cloaked in only the light of the moon, he was more handsome than anyone he'd ever known. Someone who did stand out, however, was lingering not far ahead of him. Emerald eyes set upon her, for a moment believing the pallid coat to belong to his father, though that idea was quickly tossed out of his mind. This woman - she did smell like a woman - was much smaller than his father, though she looked eerily like him. This must be one of the other children, one of the ones produced by his father alone, and not his mother. Deep in his mind he looked down on these children, but he wouldn't yet begin to voice those superior opinions. Instead, he would call out a simple greeting - requesting, somewhat demanding - her name. Who are you? Voice was strong, independent, fit for a prince. Kyarst had every bit of confidence a pup of his age should have, and then some. Ears flickered forward intently, waiting for her response. His tail flagged out and up behind him, not as high as his father might wear his banner, but high enough to demonstrate just how important of a child he thought he was.

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