forever hold this heart that i will give to you
forever i will live for you!
Weylin tries all he can to be a decent father to Ajax, but sometimes he can see the boy reminisce and it pains him to think that somewhere inside the boy is a hate for the murderer of his true father. Bedwyr is one of the many things that has made Weylin who he is. Bedwyr was known in Nanrua for his vicious capabilities in ending lives - more so even than Jehu in some aspects - and the defeat of his golden brother meant that somewhere along the way, Weylin had become a killer too. He had become a force to be reckoned with and Bedwyr had paid the ultimate price for ignoring the change. Also, it made him a brother-killer. It was the sorest point of his deepest soul. He had sworn loyalty to the very man who he had killed - who he had slain in madness that was all too easy to fall into. He knows why his grandfather was able to take on Royal Bears now. True madness. True insanity.
He wonders if that is who he is destined to be. Is he destined to be apart from Selene again? It had happened thus with his grandfather. He had met Jaye, been elated and a part of her life. Then the floods came and it tore them apart. Then the sickness befell the queen of Trenus and he was forced to leave. His fur bristles at the thought that he would ever lose Selene again and it makes him far less a wanderer. His white eyes lay across the pup in his sons mouth and he wonders if somehow fate had led him out of his home with a purpose. It is not within his mind to leave his lovely wife often and yet this little boy happened across his path? He snorts at himself, at how very superstitious he sounded - how very like Finley. Oh another lost brother. In his disbelief that the wretched White Witch had rejected Finley - a Lord in Nanrua and a mighty fighter in his own way - he had spoken too quickly and his brother had sworn his loyalty was dismantled. Finley would no longer seek out his brothers in friendship - the leucistic male had even condemned him for his fratricide. A last dagger that had been aimed far too well.
Weylin wakes from his devastating thoughts as the little ball of fur turns into a fury of swiping paws and little teeth in Ajax's hold. “You are safe, boy.” He says with an easy confidence, knowing that there wasn't a beast alive that would make him a liar in that moment. The boy was safe because no creature in existence would make him leave Ajax or Mortz to their fate. His father and uncles had bested Royal Bears - the Bears were stopped. He nods at the boys confession and he knows what it feels like to come to a waking rage over dreams. It had happened often enough, after all. “We are almost there.” And he did not lie, it was only a few short bounds over a hill and they were in the hub forest of Glorall where the majority of dens were. “We will introduce you to everyone here, boy. The pack has long rested and it is time I call them to meet the others of their own pack.” And his howl rises, calling to the fields, the forests, the island. All would know they were summoned, all would come and finally they would all be pack.
The Comitatus of the Island
[ male - five - 39 inches, 130 pounds - selene's soulmate ]
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