these people keep to themselves,
He spoke words much wisher than what she had expected; her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched his features evenly. She had grown accustomed, far too accustomed, to the senseless chatter so many partook in; who they fancied, which packs did what - shallow beasts. He was right at least about life surprising her. Who would have imagined that one day a star would decide to fall from the very heavens themselves? She had been raised to know that the stars were wolves who had returned home; who decided to fall upon Moladion, she could not help but wonder. She sighed, though, brought back down to Earth by the subtle sound of the other's breathing.
"I still wait at times for the return of the shoreline - for Litherum to return with my family waiting for me on the hot summer's sand," she spoke, her voice rising into near-chuckle as she shook her head slowly,"But all the hope in the world cannot bring that back."
Perhaps she should not have smiled and yet she did; she imagined plenty more had simply learned to smile despite it all. That'd been her gift from her mother, she figured. Niviaq had worn a smile every day of her life even in the darkest times - the time Juno had crawled into Paracon maimed and knocking on death's door. Even the day they had told the truth - they had told the truth of Vulcan, Iskra and Alyeska. If there had been one part of Niviaq that still survived her then it was surely her ability to smile; but to actually stay as jovial and optimistic as her mother? Not so much a talent. She had not even inherited the same bravery and nobility of her father. Hell, she did not even have the same bravery as the male that sat beside her! He had approached with seemingly no ill intentions - something she could rarely say for herself. He made one half of her hopeful and the other half even more spiteful. had he not lost others? Had he not lost a place to call home? Not even a favorite log somewhere in the old thickets? Had fate been so unkind to only torment the souls of certain wolves?
"Iblis," she suddenly repeated, her features falling flat as she repeated his name with one ear slowly rotating to face him, "A warrior's name, undoubtedly. Though the guise of the Mysterious Lady would benefit me, I see no reason to withhold my name. I am d'Mani, once of Litherum - once of Paracon - and now of the night."
She waited again in silence before she slid down onto her belly, her limbs stretching out and paws sinking just inches into the cool water. She'd given him much more than he needed - much more than many needed and yet, she felt safe for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was for his deceiving appearance; riddled with scars and laced with wounds of old and yet, his voice was gentle and spoke without malice. They were, truly, stark opposites - another notion that made her grin as she slowly turned to face him once more, her head resting atop her outstretched limbs as she watched up at him.
"Do you wait or seek, Iblis? What is the future that you are out looking for on the lake side at night?"
all living in their own hell |
