shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
yo ho, heave ho
there are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
yo ho, heave ho
He hates because he has been wronged and he was unable to do anything about it. Honor bound him to accepting the very king who would ally with those who left his brother's murder go unpunished. He does not know how to appease his honor and to satiate his Glorian soul, but he ponders it most feverishly, snarling at all the world that interrupts him. A shout from over his shoulder is the final straw to distract him and he snaps his black head around to pin white-hot angry eyes on the stranger. The stranger who smells of the mainland. D'Mani was correct in thinking that there was no way to hold two packs in one land when the second was led by a displaced king. His Nanruan honor had been the only barrier keeping him from retaliating upon hearing of this alliance with Diveen, but in that same instant, the seed of dissent was planted in his heart and talk of a peaceable Glorall washed over the paper-thin wall that kept Sulan's reign safe from the former king. Young though he was, he was not an idiot. A king could have loyalists, no matter the meager months of reign, and yet it does not matter.
He still believed that honor bound him to this island, hunting the quail and various birds that made their homes here. The great elk and deer that dared traverse the salt water when fleeing the wolves on the far shore. He is well provided for here and so he cannot complain, cannot claim that Sulan was unfair in his charging Weylin to the island's protection. He would not simply attack and sully his honor for the sake of satiating another portion of it. His honor was impugned by the man who claimed a peaceful kingdom was what Glorall was to be. Was the sea tamed, even by the shores? No. Waves crash against the shores and eat away at their rocky, sandy banks. Did the sea winds not howl against the pines atop the island, parting them to strike at the mainland woods? Glorall was a wild place and no place for a man who would see the winds stamped out and the seas soothed flat.
“I am Weylin, Comitatus of this Island. I owe fealty in war - never obedience.” He snarls, tail flung high over his back. He is a proud creature still and so he defies Sulan in little ways such as failed appearances when it is clear that peace is all that will come from the white and black mate of his Aunt. Perhaps in old age, the wilderness was beaten from the aged Diamond King - but the fire burned still hot in the blood of Bear Bane's kin. “I am angry because honor binds me here when blood has been shed against me and I desire nothing more than vengeance against those who have done my kin wrong. The Quicksilver has fallen and no one has raised even a hand to his murderer.”
He is interrupted then by the appearance of a black shape amongst the foliage, a larger wolf than he had seen in quite some time standing in place of the greenery. Red marks his face and it reminds him of the red marked white supremacists called Angel's. Kin to the woman who allowed his brother, her imprint, to die without lifting a paw in retaliation. He bares his teeth, bristling as further examination brings foreign scent to his nostrils. Sulan has failed to keep this dark stranger from the shores he was meant to protect. This wolf becomes a second Jaidah - a man who is neither welcome nor warranted. He is preparing to step forward when his brother, the smartest wolf that had ever graced Moladion, steps between the intruder and himself, effectively surprising the black fallen king.
“Peace Pan. This man only proves that my honor has blinded me to the failure of our current Alpha. The Diamond King is no protector if such a large creature has escaped his notice. Do tell me, though, stranger... What would drive you to the ends of the world?... For that is what this place is.”.
The Pirate of Glorall's Island
[ male - five - 39 inches, 130 pounds - selene's soulmate ]
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