I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
It was cool this night, despite the touch of summer that lingered in the air along the shores of the water my small paws danced along. Perhaps I was not so large, but for my call in life, for my purpose in my existence I didn’t require size. Speed is the way of life after all. All things pass, often too fast and I had come to embody that. To strike swiftly, cleanly and melt within the night once more. I was the warrior for those who had none, the saviour of those worth saving, the valiant knight upon his steed of moonlight and wave and I am the male who grins in the dark at his own thoughts of honour and grandeur. I still find humour in myself, in this life and indeed for a few moments my tri-coloured lip was caused to lift as my pelt of black and brown and cream wavered with the moon shadow along the shore. It had been to long since Moladion had a true hero, to long since wolves remembered honour in war and for reasons I cannot say, for a cause I do not truly know I have taken up that sword for myself. I do not need Pack. I need only my strong limbs and swift paws, I need only the chocolate-hue of my eyes to look upon this world and understand that it needs saving, one wolf at a time. Bit by bit, piece by piece I would do this thing. Maybe it will take many years, maybe no one will ever sing my name to the skies and yet- if I can make just one life better each night- then I have achieved purpose. One step at a time, just one step.
The night was quite, the breeze soft as I made my way along the shore. I had come to travel by night, to rest during the day and move with the shadow of Brother Moon. Perhaps there are safer paths of action, perhaps not. The night is when the true darkness in this world stirs and so in the night I have risen to protect it, to protect others from those who would devour them and to wait out the heat of the day. Tonight it seemed, the world had paused to sigh, to take a breath and allow all things vile to remain within their holes. Yet, even those who seem so calm, even those who seem as one thing can prove to be another. I have seen it, I have felt it within the stirring of my soul and for that very reason I pause a distance from the girl of moon and light as she rests upon the shore, her head turned upward towards the heavens in a look both sad and longing. I stayed within the gloom, watching, waiting to see if any others came forward. Perhaps she waited on a lover, though since the sky fell it seems far too many have waited far too long. So many of us did not return from that night, so many and even I could not save them all, for all my speed and agility. Illuminada was gone- but I will remember her, just a little. When it seemed the girl had waited silently for long enough to detached myself from shade and dark to move lightly, softly across the shore, dark eyes lingering upon her pelt so pale.
“Good evening.”
The words were soft, quite an easy upon my tongue as I slowed to a halt before her, marked features, the signs of more battles then any one wolf should surely fight pulled upward into a momentary smile, simple, polite and nothing more as I lingered before her. I cannot save them all, I cannot bring each one back from the brink and perhaps the sadness in her eyes is too far gone, perhaps I cannot show her the light and yet.... I will try. For those who turn to the darkness, turn against us all and indeed I need no skills, no great ways to see when another hurts. I have my eyes, I have scars all my own and I know, yes, I know this pale girl is lost and so I have come from the dark and shadow, to listen, to watch, to be for her this one night whatever it is she may need and seek to prove this life is worth living all the same. I will not lose another to the blackness, I will not see another devour their own kind. I am a warrior, the last lone warrior and one day, maybe, someone will remember me for an act of kindness upon the lake shore and a girl made of moonlight. One step at a time, just one step and Moladion will be great again.
“Who are you waiting for, young one?”
I'll be there for you through it all
even if saving you sends me to heaven
I B L I S
Your Warrior
This is Kite for Chant
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