A new Queen is rising

A brief flash of heat coursed through his body when her tongue caressed his champagne form. He was unused to being touched like that, and it was a strange sensation to him. He was unsure if it was something that he would be able to get used to, but when he pulled his head back there was no sign of his inner battle. He watched as the dots seemed to connect within her mind as his name was spoken, memories flooding in. Of course she had heard of him, everyone had heard of him. It was hard to get anything past the Olympus line, even seemingly little things. He snorted when she spoke, his walls seeming to come apart brick by brick. "Its what I have always been called, and by it I am not appalled. Tell me, look at me and what do you see? I am a member of Olympus with no colours to bare, dropping all signs of linage there. Without my name you would not know who I was, just another wolf in the gods paws." Taking a short breath after his speech, he bent down and rested his pink legs on the ground. From his laying position he was closer to her, her 34 inches close enough to his 36 inches. He wasn't quite level, maybe just a bit higher.

She talked about her struggle within the line and he nodded his head knowingly. Even though he was indeed higher than her in more than just height, because of his albinism he would never be able to hold a high rank. His ears perked when she spoke of the rest of their family, although that word was spat with much venom. He nodded his head, they were indeed very close to the pack territory. "We are indeed close, only a few paces as the wind blows." He said softly, poking his nose towards the direction of the wind. It was indeed a few stone throws away, he could almost taste their powerful scent in the air. "Do you wish to join the ranks, or am I drawing a blank? Will you be a dark horse to rise from the ashes, and cause more than a few clashes? You are certainly a dark flame, I can just taste your disdain." He flashed her a wicked grin, the corners of his pink lips curling upwards. He could see her passion laying beneath her black and gold pelt, her muscles coiled and ready to pounce.

Apollo reached out a single white paw, brushing her leg gently with his claws. "I can feel your will to rule, I am one beast you cannot fool. Power curls under that soft fur, and perhaps my lady is in need of a chauffeur?" He asked, his ruby eyes twinkling at her. He would be happy to see a lesser Olympian's ruling the pack, to pull even more power into their bloodline by marring in the lowers with the highers. Only then could their powers grow.