| The Hero of Old Moladion
Dude simply remains quite, features calm, gentle, soft as eyes so silver linger upon the black creature before him, one to whom Dude has come before with words so well heeded all those years ago. He likes Devil May Cry, indeed, he is inclined to like almost all he meets, the silver and black male born to this world entirely without judgement. He is simply as he is, he sees others as they are and makes no assumptions, simply accepts and truly there are few creature within this world given to be so entirely content with it- yet this does not mean he is unaffected, that the words he brings do not cause him some degree of distress for indeed they do. He knows, yes, yes, so well he knows what it is to be taken from the soul for Jaye’s den is empty, his children are dead and gone and the Prophet simply wanders along with not but They who speak so softly to his Mind to keep him company. Yet- Dude simply accepts as he accepts all things, unwilling to tangle with the ways of fate, though he is often not given to understand them as Devil clearly does not. Silver eyes move from the gold of the dark male to linger upon a creature of white whom moves so silently to his side as his large, ungainly form shifts without word or need to press against her, to offer her some warmth as his muzzle reaches down to touch her, acknowledge her, let her know that he sees her in this moment before his gaze returns to Devil as the male fractures and breaks. Dude simply sits, for he knows he can do nothing, They have told him already of what is to come, not all, no, for They cannot know all yet Dude has seen- understands what it is when wolves such as the Devil and the Angel are given to shatter and crumble, Dude knows what will come, he knows what his words will bring upon Moladion and yet…..he knows he cannot stop it- so he does not.
He does that which he can, he witnesses, calmly, quietly, gently, offering the silver of his gaze and the presence of his overly fluffy form as a silent guardian of sorts to look upon the separation of Devil May Cry from one part of himself and the transformation into another, the silver males head tilting slightly, ears flicking to words only he may be given to hear as he nods abruptly, murmuring, seemingly to himself before he continues to sit a silent vigil of sorts, allowing anger and rage to overcome the other. He cannot stop it They say. None can. This must be done. Let it be. So he does, head dipping in a silent goodbye as Devil speaks and moves past, for all his rage and anger upon this earth he will not touch Dude, nor the one he guards, for it seems he and those beside him are immune to this rage, protected entirely, They say so and They do not lie, the enraged male leaving Dude entirely unscathed as he moves away and Dude is given to watch him go in silence before he turns to she who rests besides him.
“Salem. Yes, yes, stay in pack tonight, yes, stay, safe….much safer. So much to come, so much, but I cannot stop it, no, They say I cannot, They say it will happen….so much hurting.”
He is clearly distressed, features uneasy as his form shifts, Devil having disappeared into the darkness the ungainly male left malcontent in his wake. He cannot help them, none of them for They say it is not safe and yet…to leave them to such a fate as the dark one will bring. His features shift again before he speaks, words soft and quite.
“One will die, They say…one…..but not by dark, by light, no, both, both……”
He blinks slowly, softly, as if unaware he has even spoken, reaching down to Salem once more as he remains seated beside her. He has no one, no one, no need to stay within Glorall any longer and yet he remains as he sits, pressed against the ghostly girl, aware that in this moment that she needs him and that alone is enough for a creature so selfless, so given to think only of others and never of himself. He smiles, the look lazy and easy, so kind and soft as they sit together in the coming gloom, twilight easing it’s way across the land so quiet and empty.
“Did not leave, no, boy of gold, still here, but sad without, he will come for Salem, yes, yes- not so alone then, but now….maybe. Follows you, yes yes…..the one they fear?”
Whether she will understand his words or not is debatable, for Dude never seeks to explain, merely offering them and no more, the rest entirely left to her to decipher.
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13 Years || No Mate || No Imprint || No Living Children || One of The Three|| Loner |