you know that i'm toxic

The youth would leave the lands he called home. Deciding to wander further and further from the Northern mountains. Each step he took radiated power, and he was not afraid to flaunt it around like a wealthy man and his money. Blood russet pelt shone almost a bloody crimson in the sunlight, toning muscles rippling underneath. The boy was fearless. Icy blue eyes stained with the red flecks of his mothers inherited crimson eyes. The look suited him well, and he took great pride in his inherited strength as well as his looks. However, he was unknown to the fact of who his true father was. For he only was in assumption that it was Isardis. And yet, the albino wretch did nothing for him.

Pure white paws stomped out the snow that marked his path, but in the South, snow seemed to be a bit more scarce. The sights and scents here were quite different, much less muted with the cold then they were in the North. He was growing to like these parts, and he would perhaps make them his temporary home. A flash of movement would catch his eye, the beast's muzzle gnarled in a flash of teeth. Who was here? He would soon find out. The tri-colored bastard would march forth, tail high and head high as he rolled his shoulders. He swore he had seen a flash of color against the back drop of white snow. Eyes narrowed, and swiftly he would come to a trot before crashing through the brush. He halted in his tracks, for before him stood a young girl bathed in the crimson tide of bloody colors. He was curious about her, the boy having never seen another of such vivid rarity. Granted, his own coat bore the muted colors of russet red, but not as vivid as hers.

Masked eyes would narrow down, brow raised and curiosity lingered in the tendrils of his mind. She was but a pup, not even a year old it seemed. But he was not much older then her, for he had barely turned a year of age this season. He was not yet his full height, close but not quite there. He stood currently, at thirty eight inches in height, still more to go. Head would tilt ever so slightly, lips twitching as he debated questioning the young female. She was enticing, her visage drawing him in. She was different, much more then those he had met which was saying little. For he had only really know those who resided within Glaciem, and they did not capture his attention like this girl. "Well, well...it seems my wanderings have brought to me, a forbidden fruit...what is the name of such a peculiarity that graces my presence?"

"Speech"