I cannot explain what is overcoming me this day. I was wading the the glistening pools of Diveen, the streams that branch off of the main river and pool up in to little private liquid heavens. I tried to make my den close to one of these, where I can stay cool during the hot summer. It is starting to cool down now, with the coming of fall. I still enjoy it though. I like the feeling of water on my paws. As much as I enjoy the cover of shadows, I enjoy the company of water just as much. My form of silver and raven hues is lingering the shallow water when I feel something inside of me begin to turn. I feel a twisting in my stomach, a burning in my chest. I could swear that I felt another heart beating inside of my chest, one full of a sadness that I didn't want to feel. My paws curl in the water at this strange feeling, under the cover of trees that blocked the sun. I am being called. I can feel it within my bones. My very core.

Yet I hear no voices, I see no faces. It is simply a feeling, a feeling so strong, like gravity started yanking me. I was helpless against it really. Seems like the story of my life. I have been helpless to change to my circumstances, for the most part. I did make a major change leaving Iromar for good, but that doesn't change my messed up family. I growl lightly, irritated that I don't understand this pull, that I feel I must...I MUST go towards it. My tail slashes behind me and water flies into the air. I am confused, but I simply cannot argue. My silver legs push me up, water dripping down back to earth off of my darkened pelt. I move swiftly across the land of Diveen, swerving in and out the tree as I pass across the line that defines the kingdom.

I don't know where I am going. I have never been to this area before, this area that tug my very heart. My one good eye, of gold with flecks of lilac, keeps starring forward. I find myself determined to get to this...this sadness, this girl, I just know it is her. The one that I found by the willow tree. I need to...be there. I cannot fight it. My limbs are moving so quickly, but they start to ache. I hadn't realized how I did not slow my pace, how it increased as I got even closer. I am an agile creature, but i do not have the best of endurance. I feel my lungs taking in breath and I only want to be taking in hers. I feel so strange still, so creepy for thinking these things but it cannot be helped. I did not understand what this imprinting is, how this girl held so much control over my very being. It was almost as if she was me, and I was her. How creepy. I need to stop thinking these things, she doesn't even know me...


Suddenly a howl rips into the sky. I know it is her, and I know she is in pain. I am at the edge of this other pack now, and I find that I don't care to wait for an alpha or for permission or whatever it is pack animals do. O dashed right by, my legs screaming at me but I still continue. I heard the howl. I heard it and it only drove me to her fast, harder. My tongue falls out of my mouth, for I have run so far, so quickly. I can feel her getting closer. I can feel her breathing and I swear I can feel her start to envelop me. I catch her scent in the air, a perfect and sweet aroma, but I do not need it to find her. She is always within me, I always know where to find her. It is rather sudden though, when my dark form rips through the trees of Glorall to find her laying on the ground. I halted my form, my golden eye falling upon her, yet I kept my distance. This is still weird, and I didn't want to scare her or make her more sad. That is the last thing I want. I want to comfort her, I want to absorb all of her pain and make it all...go away. I stand with my head low, looking at her with my breathing so heavy. My chest rises and falls, it is obvious that I had run. Even my legs shook slightly. I had pushed myself to run to her as quickly as possible.

I just realized how rediculous I must seem. I only met her once, and now I am here, watching over her like a hawk as she cried. I needed to stop her. I needed her to be better. I whined slightly, licking my nose in a bit of a nervous action. My face, once handsom and now ripped and torn, made ugly by my sister, shows my concern as my ears press against my skull slightly. I am better with words now, at least I think I might be. I feel as if...I should say something. It is still awkward though. My hunched form pauses as I try to formulate a sentence.

"I was feeling....your sad. Don't....don't be sad," I said, still a bit clumsy with my words. I may be better, but she is a girl and I...am only used to talking to Azrael. I gulped slightly, my golden orb looking away but kept her in my peripheral vision. I will have to see how she reacts to me, because if i upset her...I don't know what I would do with myself.
Three Years - Loved by None - Following Everchime