"I'm not going to say I love you, soul, because I know that's not what you want to hear right now. But i will say that I care for you. A lot. And whether you reject me or care right back, you just have to understand that."
I laugh bitterly, because I can't get that line out of my head. It feels like ages, eons since I've spoken those soft words to her, since they've spilled from my lips and hung in the air of Soul's birthing den with its thick scent of blood and life. In the happiness of returning to Bright Moon, to the pack of ashes, I forgot about her. But of course one's soul (pardon the pun) is not made of anything save for memories. I am who I am because of what I've experienced and since Soul's love is the most major thing that's ever happened within my several years of existence - Soul's love and her heartbreak - I can never forget it. I don't think I want to, really, though that's a masochistic desire and I feel rather wrong when I tell myself that remembering her is for the best.
But I'm the beta of Bright Moon. I'm the second hand to the alpha who rules rebirth. That in itself should signify the end to the feeling of nostalgia boring into my bones and long nights spent dreaming about her. I should learn to let go but for some reason, I can't. It hurts more to think about losing her forever, even a simple memory, than it does to keep that memory.
Slowly, with long steps I roam along the borders, gold-socked forelegs extending beyond my lean frame. Some compare my coat and my eyes to the sun and the ocean, but I cannot tell you if that's true. An absentminded sigh escapes my lips until a new smell, a foreign one, drifts towards me. Considering my absence, foreign wolves are not new to me -- I've still yet to meet some of the pack even. But this smell holds both a feminine sweetness and the strangeness of another pack. I haven't been anywhere save Bright Moon so it's an unfamiliar pack but you can still decipher that it's somewhere not far from here. One of the bordering lands, in fact. A smile curls at my mouth as I catch sight of the ivory-coated girl pacing along the borderline and I elongate my pace slightly until I've come to a stop in front of her. "Hello," I say. She looks troubled about something - it's a face I wear often. I don't mention it, though, and attempt to change my expression into something warm and welcoming although I'm not completely sure it erases the fractured look in my teal eyes. "My name is Raylen - I'm the beta of Bright Moon. You can call me Ray, though." I pause. I'm not completely used to this greeting newcomers thing. "What's your name? Where do you come from?"
[ooc: it's soo bad]