The orca male paused as he looked over the lands. His curled mane was adorned with white and light pink blossoms due to Itzpapalotl's fetish with flowers and his long, silken mane.
He had no problem with flowers, he could still be manly and like flowers. They were beautiful just as he was. He walked with an elegance not many could accomplish. It took years for most too. He had a natural ability, to be graceful, elegant, poised, and still have a masculinity that would make another cower if it were to arrise.
Though he didn't care what others thought of him. He was in tune with himself and thats all that matter. Still no one had rivaled with him so he had no reason to worry.
