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// 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟 - [2/6]
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▪ibenji - he/him
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█████"Fascinating indeed, prince." Locenhai crooned, he was not an avid observer of nature's delights nor whispering talents. It's creatures both docile and bold alike were nothing to him, a crippling anhedonic was the title that crawled out under poisonous purrs. Although, a slight tug on the corners of his lips twisted upward, he had forgot that the royal was only young, only excitable about the smallest of suppos'ed beauties. Geese, he debated to himself. What was so great about them to send the youngster in to a rapturous frenzy? Perhaps the plentifulness of a dawning mouth? Spring, the juvenile chittered about. Was the dappled fellow not a fan of cold winters?
Benji's whiskers twitched in pure excitement, his gaze painted over with nothing but childish bliss, complete euphoria. Geese, they were a childhood tale, a scare to make him fall asleep at night. "Lo! You know they say geese are evil?" The hazel tom laughed to himself, pawpads glazed with fiery treads. Reminiscent of those long, late nights, and the stranger who would often encompass his time.
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Saxe ears folded on the older tom's head "Evil?" he questioned, as if a shadow of negativity razed his former smile, the tom's mouth fell. Where have I heard that before? He wondered to himself.
Using the force of excitement embroider in his steps, Benji leapt forward, exposing his rear end to the exit of the cavern. His grin had not faltered, instead, grew larger, teeth were perking out of their chambers, he faced Locenhai and nodded. " Yeah! Evil! I had a friend tell me stories of them" In that moment, worries and concern alike washed off the young prince's coat as he was encircled in the joy of erstwhile memories.
Locenhai paused instantaneously, as the much more excited tom darted around. "Prince Benji." He growled in a stern voice, a frontage to the emotions brewing inside. "Tell me, about this friend." Could it have been? His highness by chance?
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As if a crash of a thousand waves had engulfed him, Benji's mood faltered, subconsciously lowering his tail and pulling himself in to a more proud stance, his eyes briefly slithered up to meet Locenhai. "There is no point, Lo." He sighed, weights pulling down the former smile. "He is gone." Benji shook his head and allowed the cold cavern floor to meet a pirouette on his soft, dark paw pads. "So let's just, get out of here. Expired names are nothing but history, and the past is not my fellowmate. " He muttered, before trying to drown out the melodies of the ashen feathered legends.
Akin to a follower, step by step, Locenhai traced Benji's pawsteps. Had it been as his thoughts presumed? Flurries of solitude wrapped around every crevice. Life had been nothing but lonely with the shrieks of a decapitated crowned head racing against time, the time to find him. Their prince. What had once been home, became the backveld, the treasured hinterland of where exiles and castaways met had soon dissolved into the sun. There was no rhyme, reason, law or rationality amongst thieves, amongst those banished, those whose titles deceived them, and the many who were just lost. Alas, he changed that. The self-titled, self-induced monarch. Who's ascension faced a lack of objection. Society's ex-sweethearts like Locenhai himself, tipped a indiscernible respect toward the "Grand Prince", as he slaughtered ostracization and formed a sanctuary, for those from every life path. In that moment, where his eyes floated upward, he did not see the young prince, he did not see Benji. His eyes had mistaken him and painted the picture of his belated.
Locenhai shook his head, he had been caught in his thoughts once again. The image shifted from his former, back to the dappled youngster. They really were alike....and that moment was when logic struck him with a vast force. "Benji...Have you ever met your father?" Locen questioned, subtle acknowledgment of his blood had filtered through, but perhaps this journey wouldn't have been as tedious if the mysteries were unraveled. Why was the prince never raised in the grasps of his prospective followers?
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Locenhai squinted, eyes adjusting themselves to be tailored for the scintillating sunshine beaming down on the exit of the cavern. Oh how he wished he could leave the ill-feeling at the entrance, but with a sigh he continued forth. "I mean, your father Benji. Not the twolegs who trapped you for years past and if I had not found you, years to come."
Benji's eyebrows furrowed, pressure throwing itself on the bubble in his heart containing all anger. Almost like a pin hotfooting. His mood changed like a snap of a tree branch alerting prey. He gyrated, feeling the slight morning dew trickle on to his pawpads as he swiveled. Speed alike a cheetah filled in to his limbs, as he launched his hazel coat at the blue-tinged tom in front of him, and he hit the ground hard, only cushioned minorly by the fresh grass blades. Locenhai winced, although not looking as a caged fighter, or hard-hitting brawler, Benji had strength that ran past perceptions on him, he stared in to the fellow tom's olive eyes which were engulfed with the early stages of rage. "Rule number one, Locenhai" Benji spat. "Never, ever, disrespect the names of those you do not know. You hear me?" He questioned, pressing down harder on the blue tom's shoulders. For a moment he had debated whether to retaliate and throw the younger off of him, but realized that this had just been a warning. The only architect throwing pain his way was Benji's weight, the tom had not used his claws, nor any tool to deliberately leave a mark. Sheepishly, Locenhai nodded, he was not aware that Benji's twoleg former's were of such an importance. "Sorry" he choked out but it sounded more like a newborn's cry.
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Arguments on the validity of the other tom's statements would cause an affray. Locenhai decided on a provisional admittance of defeat. "I suppose you're right prince." He hummed, before tilting his head forward, symbolizing his desire to continue forward. "Would you like me to tell you stories of him?" Locenhai questioned, perhaps this would ease the youth's heart.
Benji suspired, a sour exhale wilting amongst the leaves of the oak trees perfectly placed in the foreground. "No thank you Locen." His desire to befriend the unfamiliar songs of those tied so tightly to his skin had lessened. Now, the pressure of the heavy head which beared the crown, started scratching down in his heart. Parts of him, through this small venture were already growing tired of these monarchial expectations of a bittersweet new royal. What a sacrilege, wrapped in the claws of idolatrous faiths. Oh how he despised the idea of stringing his freedom up by the neck, becoming a murderer of the concept he so willingly gave up comfort for. Perhaps, he could take the dive and eradicate the adoring gazes of the lionizing halfwits, and end what had already begun.
Death to the monarchy, was the thought, and for an instance, that thought was not alone. Accompanied by citrine specks, from the benevolent heart that followed so silently, with the desire to reinstate themselves in to this piece of forthcoming history.
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