Maksim was born a prince, pack life was in his blood. He was taught from an early age that each wolf has a roll, that the idea of 'freedom' came from fools who were sick of not being a high enough rank. Being the good student he was, he believed them. Never left the side of his mother and father. Well, until he decided he wanted his own legacy and left home with a sweet goodbye to his family. He kept walking alone for a while after that, became a bit of a desperado. Reckless. It wasn't until he met those two lone males that he realised what grotesque mind set he had taken on. Some sort of free spirit idea, like being alone was a good thing. He was stupid to let himself get like that. After he moved on from them, he refused to allow himself to get like ... that. It was why he was walking to a particular destination. He could already smell their presence. He could smell their border. Maksim Baranski was here to join a pack. The male inhaled deeply, held the breath in his lungs and then released it, trying to compose himself. Courage, boy. You shouldn't be scared after all, they're wolves just like you. He paced momentarily before a voice in his head snapped. What are you doing? Stop being such a pup and man up. You're a wolf and a damn strong one, Maksim Baranski. Don't you forget it! Was he going crazy? Had being alone for so long finally made him lose it? He shook his head with a brief growl of irritation. Why on Earth was he acting like this? The voice was right. Man up. Since when did the idea of talking to pack wolves unnerve him? He raised his head, puffed his chest out. Maksim Baranski, ex-Prince of Tall Trees, was not afraid of other wolves. Maksim threw his head back and, after parting his black lips, let out a howl, a signal to either the alpha or whoever was patrolling these borders. He was going to cake walk getting into this pack. He was going to blow away the alpha - alphas? - with his loyalty and strength; he was a hunter, a fighter, a warrior and he was going to prove it to whoever was in charge around here. This was one desperado that was going to settle down and, hopefully, soon. |
table by mimi, written to 'desperado' by johnny cash |
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