King and Lionheart
Uncle Gabe had brought her further down to look for herbs which had actually managed to get her to be excited about heading south again; so much so she'd worked up the courage to wander off on her own while her uncle was napping. And she knew exactly where she'd want to go, they'd past it on their way and she'd been drawn by the brilliant hues of color blooming from the trees she'd seen. Now Darya padded happily under the budding, pink blooms, hellfire gaze turned skyward and her jaw open as she drew in the sights around her. A pale pink petal floated down towards her face and more out of instinct than anything else; she snorted at it, pushing it back up into the air. A giggle pulled from her lungs and she chased after the petal pushing it back up into the air any time it got close enough to her face. For the first time in a long time a smile was pulled across her face and she was enjoying herself, playing with pup like abandon. "Говорить" |
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His father had left the den early again; his once protective father who had watched his every movement growing up had become distant shortly after the boy turned 1 year old. Rain had never asked why, sure that he already knew the answer: He was nearly a man. By his age his father had founded his pack. His first pack as the stormy male had insisted. Rain by comparison was nothing. A sniveling boy who had grown up clinging to his father. Privately Rain wondered if he would have been a different man had Tyranis not been in his life. Perhaps Rain would have grown up to be bolder, and more independent like his sire. He huffed desolately at the thought.
The sound of giggling lifted his ears, his head cocking to the side as he followed the sound, his small body hiding easily behind the trunks of the trees. At the sight of the femme his breath caught in his throat. She was gigantic! She was larger than his father, larger than any wolf he had ever seen and yet her body still held the awkward proportions of a juvenile. He shrank back, cowering and attempted to back away, his tail tucked and his ears flat. He moved slowly, one leg after another, and then; ”CRACK”. He felt his blood drain as he looked at his back paw, and the broken remnants of a twig that he had stepped on. Slowly, he turned back to look at the woman, now exposed, standing stalk straight and alert with fear. |
Darya was completely unaware she was being watched, to wrapped up in her childish play to notice the approach of another wolf, that was until a loud crack pieced the air and suddenly she stopped. Freezing slightly, her gaze swinging around to where the sound had come from. The petal drifted lazily down to the ground, finally resting near her paws but in this moment her game was forgotten. Standing a bit of a ways off was another young wolf, and Darya couldn't help the whine that pulled from her lips. He was tiny, and looked about as fearful as she felt but that didn't help to ease the young woman. She pulled her ears back, tucking her tail and took a few cautious steps back from the young man though her eyes remained glued on him, watching for any movement from him towards her. Darya had not met a strange wolf in months, the last that were close to her own age had been when she was a pup and for that reason her frame of reference was skewed. Sure her uncle Gabe was shorter than her but not by much, and she hadn't seen her mother much. Dom and Marvel seemed shorter than herself but not nearly as much as this young man before her; and the part of brain that wasn't enveloped in fear was curious as to the difference in their sizes. "Говорить" |
Art by TakahiroReta |