Post by Tegs on May 29, 2013 12:34:03 GMT
T e g s
The morning was a reasonably pleasant one; the air was cool with shade cast from the clouds above, brooding grey shapes that seemed to promise more trouble in the long run than they did good, but for now their manifesting forms were enough protect the canines and humans alike below from the direct heat of the sun. There was definitely rain on the agenda for later in the day though; a light summer storm perhaps would bless them with its presence later. Tegs was not bothered by rain, water in any form was a comfort for him and a light shower would in fact be good to chase away the absent-minded humans and leave the male alone at the pool. The morning was still, if anything and it was a trend that was mirrored in those that took advantage of it, the bipeds strolled distractedly going about their own business and the dog that stood in their wake barely moved to acknowledge their presence. Tegs' stood by the water’s edge, a drop of a quarter of a meter or so separating his paws from the crystalline substance below. The little embankment was all that stopped the toes of his forepaws from dipping into the liquid, his pads shuffling ever closer to the edge. The male’s neck craned down, peering into the pool of water expectantly. The water in question was much like Tegs, unstable and changeable. Presently all it took was the youths breathing to distil the odourless water, each exhalation sending little ripples through its surface and distorting the images that it reflected until unrecognisable forms. But water could be more violent, storms and tsunamis, whirlpools or downpours, acts of nature that made the necessity equally dangerous as it was useful. Tegs' was like that in so many ways, a ticking time bomb that was just waiting to be set off, he could prove to be just as vile when it came to it, spitting his anger at anyone who got in his way.
But for now like the water Tegs was calm, his posture relaxed with his tail allowed to swing subconsciously to and fro. His shoulder rolled forwards closing the distance between his muzzle and the pool below, his breathing slowed until at last he withheld a breath and let the water settle. There is was, a perfect mirror image of the male, the shimmering liquid highlighted the red of his pelt, the gleam in his young eyes and the sharp outline of his purebred features. "You're beginning to look just like dad...” he muttered out loud blandly, no hint of emotion detectable in in smooth tones. To most following in their father’s footsteps was a good thing, but for Tegs he could hardly so say. He'd know the male as a loyal and noble one but oh how that had changed in recent months, in his mind his dad was nothing more than a worthless mongrel who wasn't worthy of the bloodline in his veins. It pained the yearly to know that his own anger and hatred stemmed from his father, he could put the dog to blame for the blind rage that shook through his frame from time to time. His mother would have never done that, she was too kind and soft hearted, wracked by grief. It was almost as if Tegs had inherited both of his parents worst traits, for him to be so effected by grief like his mom had been but to only be able to vent it in aggression like is father. His big dark eyes blinked slowly, moisture was welling up at the corners of is oculars that threatened to spill out in the form of tears and dampen the fur on his apex. When he opened his spheres again to be greeted by his own reflection he growled, the low and almost silent sort that flowed out of his muzzle for no one to hear, the image he saw before him set a spark of anger dancing in his soul. "I don't want to be like him!" he scowled, lifting his right forepaw off the ground the male compensated his weight onto his remained three legs, straining forward and in one swift movement he batted the water sending miniature shock waves cascading across it surface. Standing up again he peered back down, the tranquil blue mirror no more and his reflection lost to the ripples of the current so that all he could do was stand there silently fuming and staring, knowing that as soon as the water calmed he would see his true reflection again, and that he would not like what he was destined to see.
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