I have lived in Diveen for quite a while now. I had escaped the mental and phyiscal torture of my siblings that lingered in the hell of Iromar. Caligula's jaws had made their mark. My blind eye was taken from me. Before, no one would know I was blind without testing my limits. My eye looked the same as my good eye. Now, my eye is sealed shut from the wounds inflicted by my own sister. A hateful soul she is, one silent and yet so dark on the inside. There are something unnatural going on between her and Tess too, though I am not completely sure of this anymore, because I have been freed from them. Azrael had taken me from Iromar as a prisoner and I didn't go back by choice. I would probably rip out Caligula's throat for what she did to me, and for the sake of myself and my family it was best that I remove myself.

Azrael has been giving me lessons on how to speak better. He has spent his time with me every other day, even if it just small, just to help me improve. I am still not much of a social creature. I don't know anyone else in the pack, not yet. My den is relatively close to his, but not too close. He has a family after all. Three puppies and a mate, and he does this whole other assassin thing. He doesn't have a whole lot of time to spend with the likes of me, but he made an effort. I quite like lingering in the shadows as a silver and raven wraith. I fade between the trees and the flow of the sun seems to go so fast sometimes, and others so slow.

The sun had already risen, and I had spent my time watching the colors splash upon the clouds in my usual ritual. I don't do much in my life, and the sunrise is one of the things I look forward to. I find that it reminds me of someone, for some reason I don't understand. A girl who has decided to invade my mind and steal my soul. It was a sensation that I don't quite understand, and I almost feel completely creepy thinking about her so much. I am not one to ever be with a woman like Azrael. I am mean to be alone, for I am not worthy.

I strech out my long, slender limbs on the outskirts of the pack. I tend to avoid gatherings and where others congregate. I tend to wander among the trees, the bushes, and the cliffs. i wander and my mind phases out as my body goes on a sort of auto-pilot. I did so today, my silver paws carrying me forward, navigating through the shadows that are one of my only friends, asides from Azrael of course. It is in the haze of existence that my ears catch a voice. It is so soft, so delicate in the morning air. Vidar. I stop in my tracks, I think only that my mind is playing tricks on me. I haven't seen my mother in many, many moons. I am not even sure what she sounds like anymore and yet, it is almost glued in my mind since her voice was the only one who ever spoke to me when I was a pup. I flick my ears and continue, one step of a silver paw before I hear it again. I had come upon her voice when it started to become a shout. I freeze among the darkness of twisted shadows, taken aback by a sudden howl close by. Mother was here, that or he was having a vivid dream or hallucination.

I move with the swtiness that my mother had given me fronm birth. My limbs carry me quickly to where the howl originated, but I slow to a crawl well before I could be seen. I slow my tall body as I weave between the foliage of the edge of Diveen, so skillfully though I would never admit that I am becoming a master of swiftness and stealth. I linger between the bushes and short trees, my one golden eye peering out from a leafy camouflage that kept my body secret. I see her, the ghost of my mother as she stands, weak and desperate, touch with blood.

She comes because she needs me, and I know this. My mother needs me and I can feel it. My mother suffers and maybe I can ease it. As much as Caligula drove me away, she cannot keep Mother away from me, if that is what she desired. With silence I tip-toed out of the coverage of wild plants. I keep my golden eye upon my mother, my other eye so obviously torn and battered. I still have a nasty scar on my neck, large from the flesh Caligula tore from my body. I may walk slowly, but it is with great purpose. Each step is bringing me closer to my creator, with my head semi-low but with my ears slightly perked. I walk until I slow to a stop only a foot away, my eye gazing up at her with momentary caution. I have be hurt throughout my young existence, my mother not exactly there for me as she had been for her other children. Yet, I was forgiving on her. I let my eye of gold glimmer on her for a swift moment before my silver-touched muzzle reaches forward. My body comes closer to touch her white fur, my head resting on her neck as my chest comes in contact with hers. I then lower my haunches into a sit, pressing against her gently as not to push her over, for I fear she is so fragile in this moment, oh so fragile...though Azrael has taught me more of language, I still do not prefer to use it. I use it only when needed...and for now, it was not.
Three Years - Loved by None - Following Everchime