dark grace, dark prince

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he was growing strong as the days went on. his birthing was not difficult but it was complicated. his horns were nubs just then but they had been sharp in the womb nonetheless. his body was large and rounded. his mutations were painstaking to have as well; he often complained his mouth hurt- his stronger teeth and jaws aching often. sometimes, they cut his mother's teat. and with his mane, Androcles experienced weight on his shoulders- enforcing him to use his neck muscles incredibly young. and oh these hematite horns.. they ached and hurt like no other. tender most days as they grew from his thick skull. a headache the young puppy dealt with occasionally. why was life so unfair so early? why did Androcles feel pain?

grumpily, he sought to distract himself from his headache, his horns growing by the week. sometimes bleeding. but he went away from Medusa's den, hoping to avoid father's lectures and more healing as he learned to dread the patriarch's hospitality. the male's build was stocky and thick- muscles increasing as he aged up. finally old enough to leave his mother's den, Androcles was quick to explore outside of it. hades was already doing it..

he ventured close to the water edge then, his small ears swiveling at the sounds of nearby packmates and birds. his nose sniffing as he cautiously peered down into the water to see himself, tilting his head as he watched the water ripple from fish underneath. sighing, Androcles sat with a slouching back. looking for reasoning to his questions.





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♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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he was busy truth be told-, but his child didn't know that. he posed from behind a mound after spotting Andro, a densite belonging to someone else. with cupped ears, he took in the sight of his first born with curiosity. did something bother the pup? with furrowed brows, a look of concern flashed over his face before it drifted back to a poised expression. hmm. "Why so blue?" he asked his son with a deep voice, already approaching the young one from behind.

his large and toned body came to sit beside Andro's left, hulking in size to the little prince. his dual toned gaze trickled over his son's features- in them, a look of care, love & observation. "Is it the horns again?" his deep voice grumbled, nose flaring hot air as he came to briefly sniff the crystals emerging from the puppy's head. how on earth did these things.. happen? to not just Androcles, but to his other son, hades. a twinge of resentment for the way medusa went about her pregnancy flared, not finding another logical reason behind these.. mutations. "it is hematite. Good news is these won't fall off once they've grown in fully. You'll have them forever." his optimism was shown with a quick, toothy smile as he came to lightly place his wet nose against androcles' side then temple. the boy's mane was growing too. "why don't we play a game?" he grinned softly, eyes gentle. no tests today, just love.



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dark grace, dark prince

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of course, his father was near. sighing with a slight pout, Andro turned to see his father's large form come near. he was enormous compared to the puppy, and hearing the rumors that taller existed was something the youth couldn't believe still. yet still, no one topped his dad in his mind. even a giant. Ando looks at his father then, ignoring the first question and responds to the second. "Yeah.." his brows pressed forward, an unhappy expression on his face. "Father.. why hematite? why horns? why do they grow out of my head at all?" his ruby eyes held his father's gaze with deliberation and confrontation, a tinge of resentment laying the way they glinted.

he looked down then, back at his reflection in the water. his mane was plush, large and apparent as ever these days. he sighed again, coming to return his gaze on his father's face once more. his small ears perked, listening then as his enthusiasm returned-, a small smile pulling at the boy's lips for a moment as intrigue set in. curiosity even. "A game?" he smirked then, eyes relaxing. "What kind of game?" he attempted to mask his excitement, but his tail gave way to a frantic wag while his dad came to nestle his side and temple.



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