{ Angels are Bright Still }

I would look back on this moment one day, perhaps when I was old and tired and I would look at my Kane still beside me so many years later, with grey within his fur and I would laugh at the words he said. Never would I trade my Kane in for someone younger, indeed, were I to do such a thing I would be left with a child, a pup and never would they be the male I had chosen to be my King and my partner in this life. I would look back on this day and remember how he looked at me, his eyes filled with so much love and awe and adoration and I would wonder then, as I wondered now, how it was that he could love me so very much. It was no less then my adoration for he, my boy of midnight with eyes of sun and sky and yet always I would marvel at this thing, always I would wonder why I was privileged to have what surely others wanted. Kane. My Kane. I smiled softly, turning my head shyly once more as I felt my face grow hot with such a gaze, my laugh light and smooth at his jest before we came upon the girl of browns and earth who cried into the dark and night with grief and sorrow so like it had been the night the sky fell- but she a thing was years ago. Surely she did not still cry for what had been lost? I do not always believe in that which my Father is saying, but I do believe he was right in that grief cannot master us, we cannot hold to it, we cannot regret else we become it�s servant and slave. If fate has granted us life we must live for those who did not, surely this creature did not mourn a tragedy so long passed.

Perhaps I am harsh to think as such, but ever I am believing it to be true. My father does not lie about such things as that. Kane pressed against me, so tall, so powerful and truly though I had grown far taller then most, my pelt so fine and long as befitted my blood....I was not near so powerful as Kane, nor would I feel so safe against any other. The female of earth became tight and tense at our approach, sitting tall like a statue of one who is made regal as I dipped my head in greeting, as I offered to her my name and chose to sit before her, white pelt aglow in the gloom of the eve as Kane meddled with darkness behind and I looped my tail about my paws as she did, eyes of violet resting upon her features as she spoke. Caithe. This was not a name nor word I knew and yet perhaps it was suiting the creature before me for indeed, though she grieved, she was a female of fine form and honest blood, well made, if not held by her sadness. Her words did not continue, though it seemed they had meant to, her sadness gripping her once more as my features frowned in a mild confusion, head tilting slightly to the side. Caithe was silent another moment before she spoke once more, she had lost someone, as her song had suggested, someone dear and special, she cried because she was alone though I did not understand this so well. She did not sit alone, Kane and I sat before her and perhaps it was that she was not knowing of the stars.

I lifted myself silently to my paws once more, long limbs sliding silent paws so gently across the earth as I came forward, not to close and yet closer still then before as I lingered ahead of her, seeking her gaze with my own. Her eyes were blue, all flecked with gold, a most beautiful gaze and one I had seen only once before, though I would not think that this female was one born of the line of Ezio or Blades.

�Caithe.�

I tested this name upon my tongue, lyrics soft and smooth within the dark as I looked upon her.

�You should be looking up, Caithe, not down. Always I have been taught that when we are no longer living, that which is within us goes up, to become the stars of the heavens. The one you have lost will return to you each night, are you seeing? Up above. Those who are gone become watchers, they guide us. My Mother is being within the heavens and my brothers so small.�

I smiled again, gently. I did not know why I helped this creature, or tried to. Perhaps she did not wish to hear my words, yet if she did not her song would not have summoned myself and my Kane, born of Angel blood. I knew of souls, because I knew well of imprints and I knew well of the assassins and there Art and language, of teachings that revolved around the heavens and the soul. I spoke softly once more, voice light but assured.

�You do not have to be believing me, but you do not have to be alone either. The choice is your own and we are sorry for he or she you have lost, but what is lost can always be found again. This I am knowing.�

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

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