COUNTING STARS
07-03-2014, 04:16 AM
![[Image: jcar0Xv.png]](http://i.imgur.com/jcar0Xv.png) As were usual for the elusive babe, he could have been mistaken for being rudely late; but no, the now-yearling was as present as anybody else, simply concealed, hidden. A ghoul who specialised in self control would soon become so talented within his behaviours he could detach himself from a situation all together, however only physically, his psyche ever-present. The teen was intelligent, sharp, calculating; his intellect held an ability for only the most extreme self control, a dark horse who?s duotone gaze stung only with the brewing wit that swarmed his mind, a plague of thoughts constantly learning and adjusting. Isardis was a man of power, control; but in a wholly different manner to the son that loitered so close, so unseen. He was as obscure in his mind as he were in his body, in his unusual appearance. As if the albino gene that plagued his family hadn?t been enough, the youth were stained with irregular area?s that mocked his mothers blue hue as if he had been wrongly stitched by a dressmaker after birth. Still, it would not be his differences that would leave him concealed, he held no less than pride within himself, but it was contained, modest; for he was yet to prove himself, even to his own expectations. Somewhat reluctantly the devious adolescent would stroll with an eerie silence, offering his physical being to the eyes of their new queen. A part of him cried of rogue status, wept of loose fittings; there was no title she spoke of that would fit him. No, he would have to adjust until he knew what he truly desired in life, even if it did not involved Glaciem for some time. He would wait his turn, and even if it were somewhat rushed his tones would slip in as if he had planned it for longer than his gaze could advise, ?Whichever duty welcomes new faces, I assume. There is no calling that begs of me more than the other.? Partial truth, but in all honesty there was little about pack life that interested him? at least for the moment. Alas, he couldn?t wholly be bothered with the sting of his father?s wrath if he chose to stray away; he would never be a canine to give up duty regardless. Athena felt to be somewhat of a stranger to him, but he wasn?t bothered. A leader as a leader, and when you agreed to serve beneath them it mattered little what kind of a leader they were. |
