[. Daydreaming ambitions. .] [. Closed .]

[theeraven]

The soft whuffing was the only sound he made as his slender pink tongue lolled out the right side of his muzzle. This evening found Daetien sprawled out along the side of a softly flowing creek with his head lying carelessly over its grassy bank. The dissatisfaction written on his tricolored features was evident in the way his brow was knit irritably and the annoyance pulled at the corners of his muzzle leaving it in a rather cruel-looking smirk. Steely blue eyes trailed along the soft ripples in the water as it cascaded gently over the smoothened river stones. Just going with the flow… Wouldn’t that be so easy? Daetien wished it that easy. Sadly enough for him it could not have been further from the truth. He just wasn’t happy trying to fit in, trying to go with the flow to speak. He just wasn’t satisfied.

Daetien casually flicked a paw in the water, watching it splash, not making any effort to resist the water as it flung in tiny droplets and settled on the end of his muzzle, soaking it. Bits of grass and dirt clung to his long feathers but right now he just didn’t give a damn. He was dissatisfied as far as the word could be taken. Daetien wanted a quest, some fun, adventure! Being full of drive, he wanted more than his life was offering and it irritated him. He wanted to be out doing things that the others only dreamed of, that the others were envious of. He wanted a difficult adventure, something he could come back and tell all of the young ones about. He wanted his fame and his glory and the sweet taste of ambition lay heavily on his tongue and in his heart.

But how to do it… It was all so jumbled in his mind for the time being. Perhaps he would find himself on the doorstep of the palace and, if he was lucky, get a chance to speak to the queen or one of the palace councilors. It just wasn’t enough being a commoner for him, he wanted to be something more, and it felt like that might be the right way to go about it at the time. Daetien closed his eyes, daydreaming in silence, flicking his paw back and forth in the water, listening to the birds in the background. It was only a matter of time… He would amount to more than this even if it was the last thing he did.

[FlyingPanther]

Igal was off on his own, for once. He had been alone only one other time, and Silvanus had been very upset with him. Who could really blame the guy though, suddenly the one you were in charge of taking care of disappears for absolutely no reason other then you were boring him? Igal had to admit that if he had children and they did something similar, he would be a little miffed himself. But that day was far off still, even as he began showing features that told of teenhood, he didn't have any plans to have babies any time soon. Maybe some 'fun'...but certainly not babies.

At any rate, he had been walking back to his childhood home, where he knew Silvanus was waiting for him, probably cooking something up. The friend that had loaned them the house was still out of town, and Silvanus had asked him not to be off and alone for to long. Silvanus trusted Igal, it was not an issue of him wanting him home because he was worried. Indeed, Igal was fairly certain that his foster parent was more lonely then anything. He couldn't understand really, he had friends...and plenty of women, but...he supposed everyone got lonely sometimes.

It was as he was thinking about Silvanus and walking by a small river that ran close to his abode, that he saw a white body down by the water's edge. A bum, it seemed, just laying there. But as he looked closer...there was something familiar about the white lump of flesh. It was canine, obviously also from Selkie Lakes, but there was something else about him...something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt himself being drawn towards the other creature by curiousity, his rat like canine body slinking forward and he said cautiously, though his voice was truely monotone, "Do I know you?"

[theeraven]

Every since Daetien had been a young pup, from the very first time he’d wandered from his litter he’d wanted adventure, quests, even glory. He simply was not content just to sit around and accept that the way things are is the way things are, so to speak. He wanted to make his own way in the world and eventually even wanted to find himself one of the courtiers, even a high member of the court, jack or king, he would gratefully have accepted either without question. Though he knew in his mind that he needed to earn his place within the guilded walls of the palace and it’s high-ranking society all its own. It was something that lay heavily on his mind this evening as he lay there nonchalantly mind-jumbled next to the stream. It was cool and quiet and he was deep in though until…

Daetien jerked his head up when he heard meager monotone words from behind his lounging form. Quickly pulling his head back from the water’s edge he turned to see a smaller creature not too unlike himself approaching. His steely blue eyes sought out the features that he recognized easily, the long white fur, the unmistakable flowing feathers like his own, the blue and greenish swirled markings, but there were also things that lead him to believe that it was not entirely like himself. The long pointed muzzle, the half-rounded ears, even as their furry coat gave them away, the half-furred tail that resembled a rodent. Daetien couldn’t see what would result in such a non-typical looking animal, though he knew distinctly that it was partially canine and from his own region.

“I should think not.” Came the large canine’s reply as he watched the canine-rodent come closer. Not rude nor overly friendly, just the same monotone that the canine/rat had offered to him. “Perhaps you should though. It might be prudent to have someone… or something of my size and nature looking after you if you like. Name’s Daetien.” It surely looked like him, and in a way as its scent passed over his muzzle, it even somewhat smelled like him. It smelled canine, and it smelled like home, the clear scent of the lake-water and the trees. Daetien found a strange comfort in that part. For what could the Selkie-ans freely have to say to the other Selkie-ans?

[FlyingPanther]

Igal was basically in the courts, having been born a Jack, possibly the only thing he could ever have thanked his parents for. He didn't know however, that when the time came for him to resume his place in the palace, if he would be given a place within the guilded walls that Daetien dreamed so fondly of. He was afterall, an unwanted abandoned orphan, having been raised by a 5. A 5 of hearts, yes, but still a 5, and of very little concern to the courts. His only visit to one had been to be commissioned by the Queen, which would have been no small feat, had he only been hired out of his own reputation. The man was a wanderer, and as such, didn't have the connections that Igal needed to be accepted into the courts. He hoped that the fact he was a Jack would just...let him in.

But even if he didn't get in, he supposed there were worst things in life that could happen. He had grown in a rather humbling way, and honestly, while he wanted to resume his rightful place, being in a little cottage wasn't that far off from his rightful place either. He had options at any rate, now the wind just had to take him to road of his destiny.

Igal nearly wrinkled his nose with an unexplained almost instant dislike for this canine. He was a teen, an older one at that, he hardly needed supervision like some sort of child! But it was not that, it was the smell of him. The male smelled like himself, though...also different, and looked also very similar to himself, except for of course, the fact that he was not part rodent. There was something in his chest that was hardening, not out of sadness, but something much different. An unknown anger, "I have someone that looks after me." he said rather frankly, his monotone voice not giving into the anger he felt, though his eyes might tell a different story.

That name. It was such a blur...and yet, it also sounded familiar. "I know you...I just don't know how. Daetien..." he said disreguarding the others statement rather clearly, before repeating the male's name as if to jog his memory.

[theeraven]

A soft sigh pressed on the lips of the furry male as his steady gaze fluidly flowed over the features of the hybrid next to him. Of course he’d been the one to say something that perhaps he should not have said. That’s what he got for trying to be friendly. Stupid. Daetien ought to have just kept his muzzle shut and told the young animal to go away, but no here he was listening to the harsh words that were spat from its muzzle. Excuse the hell out of him. Next time he’d know better than to try and give advice or offer up his friendship in a protective manner over his regional brethren. Next time he’s just get up and walk away. Well, that would teach him to try and look after someone else. No, he was enduring this harshness because he was trying to be nice. Silly dog, perhaps he should have understood that being nice wasn’t going to get him anywhere in life. Friendly indeed… More like foolish.

Daetien had grown up on his own, even in a litter. All of his time was spent wandering off, getting himself into trouble. He’d never really had anyone to look after him while he was little more than a pup, even an adolescent dog. Still even after all of it, back then, he would have given his left ear to have an older brother or sister that would have protected him from the world and its still worse ways. Perhaps that was why he felt the need to look after those younger than himself, even to protect those older than himself. It was as he’d always been taught since he was a pup. His fangs to uphold the weak, his valor to protect the timid. And yet he found himself being reprimanded for living as he’d been taught. It left a slight confusion in Daetien’s mind though his pride would not let it show as he gazed off into the crystal flowing waters once more.

Then again, words found themselves in his mind and he looked toward the hybrid once more. The repetition of his name again. Daetien didn’t know how he would be known to this animal, this creature from his own place of resident. What he did know was that it seemed like they had met before, another time maybe, but it did seem like they had crossed paths before. In another life? That was silly, it was something that Daetien just couldn’t quite place his paw on. “Time has a way of getting ahead of us. For all I can sense, I do know you as well, even if I do not know how. Might you be so willing to enlighten this dog with your name?” And he left it at that. His tone was unchanged, still the same flow of monotone words so as to betray what was going on in his mind. Daetien waited patiently for some sort of angry retort from the smaller hybrid with steady breath.

[FlyingPanther]

The unknown anger continued to well within him, as if by simply being around this creature the strange and rather powerful emotion seemed to grow. Daetien. This canine had done something to him, he was sure about that now, how else could he explain this absolute and nearly overwhelming feeling? He had hidden it deep inside his subconscious. He dug into his brain. He had so few memories that stood out, and all of them with Silvanus, and every now and again a flash of Astyana would tickle along his memories like a fine silk ribbon. It eased his anger, though there was still enough that it hardly did anything. It did enough so that his eyes no longer looked upset, and he regained his emotionless and thoughtful demenor.

And then it hit him. Again, rage ran through his veins like poison. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his scruffhair lifted. What an idiot he had been! The signs were all there. Canine with floppy ears just like his, Selkie Lakeian, smelled similarly to himself! The memories had been far back, so far back that it was slightly understandible that he had not remembered. Flashes of things flowed in and out of his mind as his anger grew. Never had Igal shown this much anger...or even felt this much anger. It was truely overwhelming. "GET RID OF IT," a voice sounded in his mind, screaming. And then a breif glimpse of the canine before him.

"I bet you don't even remember Daetien. It's just as far back in your subconscious as it was mine. I bet you think I died." he said, more to himself then to the canine in front of him, his eyes slightly wild. Suddenly Igal had lost his monotone way of speaking that was such a characteristic for him, that had it been anyone else we was this upset with...they might have cowered. "You would never know my name...because you never gave me a name. I was 'it' remember? The one you were instructed to get rid of! Well....HELLO PAPPY...it's your dearest little Igal!"

He nearly growled before turning tail in discust and heading away from the creature. There was nothing more he needed to say to his father, and he didn't really feel in the mood to sit and chat. He almost hoped that the canine was confused enough by his words to follow him and try to reconcile. Boy would he have a few words.

[OOC: Don't worry >.>; you can just follow him...Igal is just...kinda two emotional to stay in one place right now...he's never been this emotional in all his life Xd;;;; I dont think he really knows what to do with himself XDDD;]

[theeraven]

Daetien’s ears flattened against his skull instinctively when the scent of ferocity hit his nostrils. He couldn’t understand what was riling creature so. What caused him to go from calm and blank to this sort of fury that Daetien had never seen before. If he had been a pup he would have turned tail and ran screaming at the top of his lungs back to his mother’s warm side where she might have protected him. Still, instead of a look of fear, one of utmost curiosity creased the features of Daetien’s normally cheerful face. He stared toward the hybrid as the young voice touched his ears once more. Daetien tilted his head to the side as if he heard strange noise and when the hybrid completed his first sentence the larger canine was all but confused. He listened further.

Why should Daetien believe that this creature he had seemingly never met in his life had died? He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, thinking, reaching into the far corners of his dark mind, searching for anything that would lead him to this creature. It was a kind of mental flashback that Daetien experienced in that short moment of silenced breath, but alas, it came to him.

Datien recalled his youth, when he was nearly fully-grown but was still a teen in his mind and in his experiences. It was fifteen, nearly sixteen years ago. She was a beautiful doe rat from the Lowlands and on a day when Daetien had been out hunting with his brother he’d ran into her thinking she was a meal. Protecting her from his bloodthirsty brother they’d taken off into the forest that night so she wouldn’t become his pack’s prey. When her and his parents found out they forbade them to see each other. Still, they found their time to be together in secret and in silence away from the world. Daetien would always be sure to bring back a kill to make it look like he’d been out hunting.

He knew the game was up. To be able to stay with Lira they would have to run away and never return to either of their families or their homes. Daetien and Lira mad secret plans to take off together the next day. Months after the game of cat and mouse with their families had been going on Daetien’s brother Kaedin followed him in secret. When he found the two together he threatened to banish Daetien from his pack and kill and eat Lira right there. Daetien defended her fiercely and after a brutal battle with his own brother, he was forced back to his pack. Kaedin watched over Daetien fiercely that night, never letting him out of sight. Only when Kaedin had fallen asleep did Daetien sneak out. He found Lira at their meeting place and was overjoyed to see her, but something was not right. Daetien waited for her to explain but all that came was harsh words.

“Daetien, this will never work.” She spat. He stared at her blankly as his mind reeled. “…And why is that Lira? I thought this was what you wanted?” Came his reply. She looked at him sternly and then with a gaze of pure anger. “Because Daetien. I just won’t. I can not do this. It is too dangerous. As it is, I am in mortal peril right now, as we speak.” Daetien looked at her curiously, worry spreading over his causing his body to go numb. “What’s wrong? What danger haunts you?” He asked and that seemed to set her off. She squeaked fiercely, malice in her eyes before he loud voice stung his ears. “Your son, Daetien! We’ll never be able to be together! I don’t want children to look after, I’m too young myself! I can not do this!” She snarled. Daetien recoiled, socked beyond words. Son?

She skittered out of the hollow and returned carrying a small pink and white object in her mouth. Laying at his feet she looked at it and then up to Daetien in complete disgust. He tried to reason with her. "Lira, when we get to where we’re going, I’ll look after him. You don’t have to worry. We’ll make it work.” Then she looked at him and Daetien knew he had said too much. The anger written on her face was that of pure hatred. “You did this to me! YOU! And it is YOU who will undo it!” Daetien’s brow furrowed at these words. What did they mean? “I refuse to play mommy to your scrap. I don’t care where or how. GET RID OF IT.” Daetien stared at her, unable to speak. His mind froze with shock. Get rid of it? Did she really think that Daetien could kill his own… son?

Anger and disbelief spread like wildfire through his veins, his blood boiled. “You cruel-hearted BITCH. I will NOT be rid of him, and neither will you! He is MY son and you’ll bring no harm to him or I’ll crunch your filthy little head between my jaws.” She said nothing after that, merely stared at him, her blood-curtling expression unchanging. Daetien took it upon himself. “Take care of him until he’s fit without a mother, two weeks or so and come back. I’ll take him from then and you’ll never have to see him… or me him again.” Lira dipped her small muzzle, picked up the hybrid pup and left without a word. Daetien trusted her on bringing his son back. Two weeks from the day he returned to the same spot but she never came. Daetien assumed she’d killed his son and returned to her family, or left all together.

For days he wandered aimlessly, guilt stricken at the thought that his first and only son had ended up vulture scraps at the paws of the rodent he’d so loved, his own mother. Anger surged through his veins and he outcasted himself from his own family, fighting his brother time and time again. After a year Daetien’s mind had settled and he left his pack. Wandering for months until he returned to Selkie Lakes and picked up a new life, never looking back. Daetien put all thought of the incident out of his mind, refusing to look back at it, for he knew he could not change the past nor bring his son back.

Daetien returned to the present after all of it flashed through his mind on the matter of thirty seconds. He opened his eyes slowly, peering over the hybrid before him. His son? Of course, it was obvious that Daetien would never had recognized his own song because he’d only seen him once, and then he had been so young. The large white canine blinked slowly, willing it all to just disappear as if it might have been a dream. And yet, every time he opened his eyes, the smaller hybrid was still sitting there in front of him. And then he got up and turned to saunter away in his anger. How would he tell him that his own mother was the one who wanted him dead? Daetien stood up, took a couple of steps and barked shrilly. “Wait!” Trotting forward to his son’s side he looked over at him, and though he knew the hybrid was beyond angry with him and the misconception that it was he who had ordered his demise, for a single moment, Daetien’s mind was completely at ease. “Igal…” He said softly. “We have much to talk about. You’re never going to believe what I have to tell you.”