{ Angels are Bright Still }

My Father once told me that to regret is to allow the demons in. That to look back on the moments of your existence and desire for another way, any other moment or another chance- is to live within the past. It is to forsake life and the gift of living. When I was a child, innocent and naive to the ways of the world I had not comprehended this sentence for all its truth and wisdom. I had believed myself truly capable of understanding such a thing and yet, it is only now, as an adult that I have come to truly appreciate the words of one they called arrogant and egotistical, vain and selfish. They called him Great in the same breath they called him foolish. They admired what he had and yet in the same sentence sought to claim that they could not understand how one such as he, the Angel King had come to rule as many and as much as he did. I understand this now. I understand that my Father was every one of these faults and yet the very reason he lorded as he did was because he made no apology for them. He embraced them. Used them and commanded them. Not the other way around. There where many things my Father did that others would not, there are many things I myself would do differently had the call been my own and yet they may say all they wish about Heyel and his Queen......but none ever ruled so many, were loved by so many and yet surely hated all the same. This game of thrones is a powerful game, an addictive one and though I regret nothing, would take back nothing of what my life has been to this point I have come to decide that it is almost time for me to play, to take what should be mine by birthright.

Of my siblings I cannot say. Calista and Sinopa have choosen other paths, they are admired still for their beauty and the cleverness of their minds and yet they seek a life amongst others, not before them, not wishing to have eyes upon them. Amaterasu and Zildjian, Aaliyah and Tobias- they have ventured upon other paths. For my elder sister I wish nothing but happiness, a life of family and safety, of beautiful children and a love that lasts as long as that of my Mother and Father. For my younger sister that I wish for cannot always be said, for I cannot always decide though indeed Kane and I have sat upon the fields and spoken so often of this thing. I wish for Aaliyah to part herself from Tobias, for truly I believe, one day, he will destroy her and yet to see them together, my sister and her Sword is to witness a power so rarely observed in this world. They are great. They will do great things, perhaps terrible and sinful- but they will never be forgotten. I wish my sister whatever it is her heart desires. Father told me that each of us is destined to be Great, to be something or someone and yet each of us will find that success in a different way. Amaterasu may well be the first of us to achieve a perfect family and live an honest and blessed life. Aaliyah seeks to change the very flow of history, of Angel and Demon. Ferox has journeyed ever further onward, seeking to travel further then any of us while Seraphiel still remains silent on his endeavours. Azrael speaks only untruths and though he means well I believe, in some part of his mind- there is a greatness in him that is tainted and edged with a cruelty I cannot perceive. A leader must do what she or he must. Leadership is the courage to decide when others cannot, it is the courage to choice what is right, not always what is easy and though I have never doubted the skill of my brother in these areas. I fear him and his ambition. I fear his ability to rally others to himself- Ferox is beyond besotted and only Azrael has ever dared challenge our Father. There is great change to come. Very great.

The violet and emerald of my gaze lingered upon the trees and stones and jungles of the world I had been born upon, a world torn apart by fire and heat and pain. Yet, new life has bloomed to cover this earth. The grass and trees have grown thick and tall to cover the scars beneath and yet to forget such scars, to imagine they do not exist is folly. They are there, just below the surface- in and on each of us, land and wolf alike. One cannot replace two brothers or a Mother and though such scars may be hidden they linger still within myself as a reminder- always, that even the greatest amongst us are mortal. I sat within my silence atop the cliff, simply looking down upon the new world below. So clean and young and perfect like a child newborn. I desired to explore deeper within the trees, to wander this land and discover it as I rose upon legs so long and fine. My pelt had grown thick and full once more, long and luxuriant so as to blow softly in the breeze as I walked upon graceful limbs, sliding smoothly across the plan of grace to glow and gleam within the sun as my Angel Mark roared it�s own defiance upon my spine. I slide towards the trees upon the rim, allowing the shadows a few moments to embrace the startling white of my form before my muzzle lowered to the creature of ebony and obsidian, the shadow to my sun who rested beneath the canopy with eyes of sun and sky closed to the world.

�Come my Kane, come, let us be walking within this new world. It is time.�

I spoke softly, a whisper to the ear of my mate as I caressed the appendage, teasing at it with my teeth, tugging softly before a light peel of laughter touched the air about us and my violet eyes shone with all I saw before me. I had clung to Finley that night of fire and smoke, because I could not find my mate-to-be and though indeed a part of myself clung to Finley still, would always cling to the beautiful pale wolf- I had made my choice in mate long ago. I had been at Kane�s side since I was no more than a child barely free from Zeivah�s milk. I brushed my muzzle against him once more, sweeping it through the fine dark hair of his pelt.

�Kane- whom best of all I love, I will be leaving without you if you decide that to sleep through this moment is your desire.�

My words had developed and changed within these years and yet as all my siblings I would never quite shake the accent from my tongue, my voice would never lose that touch of my birth and blood, the words of my heritage and line as I teased him in soft and sweet tones as only a women can before sweeping away, knowing full well he would follow and walk beside me as we descended into a world soon to be our own.....

5 Years || Heyel X Zeivah || Mate of Kane || Soul of Finley

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