{ Angels are Bright Still }

It was warm this day, despite the snow and frost of the earth, warm- with the coming of the spring and indeed in those moments I felt myself quite ready for the coming of a new dawn, the first dawn, or so it would seem, since the fall of the sky and what will be being the first births since the deaths of so many. It is a pleasing thought, one that I am finding content within my mind and one that is perhaps soothing in a time when there is little else to bring sweetness. When you are small and young, they say only that one day you will be Great, they tell you always of the most glorious moments you will have, of great victories and hunts of which others will tell the tales for generations come and past. They do not tell you of the heartbreak, they do not tell you of the target you become and the change you will face when all suddenly turn their eyes upon you. Perhaps, one day, when I am grown old I will look back upon this first year of my reign and wonder indeed how it was my Kane and I had survived such a thing, perhaps I would smile with a fond sweetness at those now gone or perhaps I would banish this year from my mind as Heyel had done time and again. I have only he to learn from, he and Devil both and yet I am neither....I am lesser. I am not Heyel and I cannot be, though indeed it is my hope and desire that one day I shall be remembered as more, that when they speak his name they will remember too, the daughter who ruled after. They tell you only of the Great, never do not speak of the heartache and the pain, of the expectation and the demand or the strain upon you. Never again would I look upon my sire as he sleeps in the sun and believe he does not deserve that rest. For years he ruled and raised twelve children in whatever time he had left while I fear even the birth of my own. I was petty and silly perhaps, to believe as I had. I am not fool enough to think of kingship as easy, yet perhaps I did not expect the cost each day to be so...personal. I live for Pack. Only for Pack- and it is still not enough.

I raised myself in those moments, my sides grown so very large though my mind was most assured that it was only one. I felt only one stir, of this I was sure as I was of the dreams that lingered within my mind in bouts of fretful sleep. In those moments of sleep, in those snatches of dream I saw only one child born to Kane and I. A boy- and of that I knew no more. I had been told of course, that pregnancy will be doing such things to the mind, that it is uncomfortable, difficult, that instincts become blurred and perhaps such things had occurred more so without my notice and yet, aside from the discomfort of a form so unlike my usual lithe perfection, I have noticed only they I am grown bolder, that perhaps the knowledge of another beside me, within me, is enough to allow my ethereal form to walk freely into Iromar as I had done, to seek the King of Glorall and request his presence at my demand and bring to light those matters that turned within a dark place inside myself. Matters that I had turned my mind from though I did not wish it to be as such- I had, for myself and for Pack, for their needs must come first, my grief is mine alone to bear and the Pack cries first for Azrael�s justice- not mine. Thus it will be done, has been done and indeed with matters of Andromeda, soon to be returned, placed back within my mind I was content to allow my thoughts to become as they need be this day, thoughts kept for Finley, thoughts I finally allowed myself the time to consider as I moved down from the cliffs and heights, carefully, slowly.

They still look upon me as if they fear I will break, as if they wait with baited breath for the moment my soul is falling apart and yet- this has already been done. There is nothing but a wound, a gaping emptiness that claws with fingers so cold at my chest and heart, that even the warmth of my Kane cannot fight and the stirring of my son within (for I am most sure it is a boy) cannot chase away. I will not bow, or bend or break- for I must not, for I am Queen and to fall apart is not....becoming. Yet this does not mean it cannot nor did not happen. It did, within myself I felt it, I feel my soul search and search again and again for what it cannot find, my insides bleed with it and burn with the fire of a rage so poisonous and vile I fear for the child itself lest it somehow infect his blood. Perhaps they believe I a calm, perhaps they believe I do not seek vengeance in all it�s wrath yet for them to believe us such assures to me only that they cannot see beyond my own ruse, that they see just who I wish them to see when they look upon the Queen of Diveen as they do know, as I emerge from falling snow and morning mist to glide delicately towards those gathered, ethereal form bathed in a soft and golden glow, Angel Mark aflame upon my spine as the violet of my gaze rested on each one in turn. I came alone this day, for I do not fear the King of Glorall, nor do I perceive so wrongfully as Bapomet, that those he brings with him have come to threaten. He cannot threaten, not me, he does not have the power to do so, nor do I believe he would seek to harm a female, Queen or not, so heavily with child. He brings wolves to my boarders, yet I perhaps, unlike the weakness of the Iromar wolves see no threat, for there is none to be seen. They merely come while my own circle around within the snow and mist of my sun-bathed plain, watching, always- my Guardians should I need them.

I moved to stop before them then, pelt of alabaster gleaming as I shifted with graceful ease to allow the delicate touch of my features to dip in a nod of sorts, to allow them to see indeed that I, Isola, have come alone for now, for I hold confidence enough for such a thing. Brazen, perhaps, yet it is time the world is given to see that I am capable of such things. Violet eyes, flecked with the emerald of a Mother long gone rested a moment upon each gathered, pausing to offer the rising of my lips in a passing smile, soft and gentle, gone in moments, to Natalya- friend of Heyel and a wolfess who had reminded him what it was to live as he once had. The golden boy I knew little of, though once, a time most long ago I had met another quite like him, thoughts dismissed for now as I allowed my gaze to rest upon the crippled male, nodding towards him, moving to Selene, lips pulling upward for her, greeting first this Lady herself, after all, Queens are so often forced to stand in second place and this should not be so. Finally I turned my attention to the white female, small of stature and indeed possessing a look that I had not seen in some years, my own eyes narrowing in silently contemplation before I allowed the gentleness of words to befall my lips.

�Once, a time most long ago, I was knowing one who is looking very much like you, Small Girl of Snow. Once, when I was being most small, she came, from the land of the sea and together we had learned the ways of Healing. Are you being....of the sea?�

Niv. She had been called Niv, for I could not find the words to say her name so rightly. I paused, blinking softly as the flakes of snow touched my lashes before turning at last to Weylin himself, moving to stand before him, my own head and tail held high as is befitting my right to do so, meeting his gaze with assurance.

�I am being Isola, Queen of Diveen, for I am believing that we have not been meeting most officially until now, Weylin of Glorall. I am also being pleased that you have come, please, be sitting, within Pack, or outside, it matters not, the day will be warm and bright and the snow fall will soon be stopping.�

I nodded before moving to seat myself, thick, long tail curling around my paws as I sat atop the plain, pelt near invisible within the snow, the movement of my own wolves a steady thrum of awareness through myself, for so, so many of us were given to be invisible in the snow. Just for a season we are given such a gift and it is one we all enjoy. I waited another moment for Weylin to make his decision, choosing to seat himself outside my borders, perhaps for fear of those he could not see concealed in the snow, or within, perhaps to show his own confidence as I offered mine. If he had come to snarl and rage, let it be so, I would continue to sit with serenity before him- my fire is within and a far more dangerous one at that.

�There is much we must be speaking of, Weylin, though I am sure you are knowing already of that which has been done this winter- that we are both losing.......He who was important. I am coming from family that values each other above all and I am understanding the loss of Brother, it is a most hurtful loss, more so perhaps, when loss was not, how you say? Of nature.�

I frowned a moment, words thickly accented though indeed I was sure he would understand. Finley�s death had not been a natural thing, he had not grown old and died as well he should have. There was more to be said perhaps and yet I did not wish for such words to be heard by all present, it is not the done thing within my family to speak of matters so personal with all- yet perhaps this openness is law of Glorall. I continued, words smooth and sweet in the air.

�I am losing Soul, Weylin. I am hurting with wound I cannot stop and I am cold with chill I cannot warm and I am being so very, very angry that I am fearing myself, for this is not anger that I know. It is very deep within, it is very- dark and I am- fearing what it is I may do with such anger. So I am speaking to you, to be asking you of your...laws for such things, to be asking if you, perhaps are wishing to move against She who has done this thing? My assassins, they are asking to do this thing, again and again they ask to destroy her- but I will not allow this. I will not. Brother must be avenged by Brother or by Soul and so I ask you to take blood we are owed with me, with you, or without you this thing will be done. For Finley I am doing this, for Finley, are you?�

5 Years || Mate to Kane || Shattered Soul of Finley || Angel Queen of Diveen

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