Post by WhitheredPast on Apr 23, 2008 11:10:37 GMT -5
Overlook
Lestat was the youngest and the smallest pup in the little of three. His mother, Accalica, was very fond of him, for her looked just like her. His pelt was (for the most part) white, and his eyes were a light blue. The only difference between the two was that his nose was a light pink! Even though his mother favored him, his father, Dasoto, did not. Dasoto wasn't the biggest or most cunning wolf around, but he was sure one to quarrel. He even battled his mate for the land. Every time his father looked at his son, shame wiped over his face. Soon, Lestat recognized the trait. Was it really that bad to be a runt? For Lestat it was. Always getting picked on by litter mates wasn't very fun, let alone the disappointment from his father. When he was around 3 months old, he made it his goal to make his father proud of him without even knowing it.
"I'll show every last one of them, I will, I will!" he growled angrily to himself. The white pup stormed angrily through the woods on his own, stopping here and there to scratch at an itch on his underside. Today it was the last straw. Earlier that morning, Moon and Bear wouldn't let young Lestat come with them on their small adventure. Upset, he ran away with tears in his eyes. "My adventure will be better than theirs, and daddy will be so proud of me!" His growls were interrupted when he heard the sounds of water. The young pup wasn't properly introduced to the substance, so as a curious pup would, he followed his ears.
Afraid of the rumbling sounds that the river was giving off, he backed away from it with his tail between his legs, just far enough so that the mist couldn't touch him. "What is this stuff?" he questioned out loud.
Afraid of the rumbling sounds that the river was giving off, he backed away from it with his tail between his legs, just far enough so that the mist couldn't touch him. "What is this stuff?" he questioned out loud.