The boy I spoke too stayed quite, perhaps he knew of the arrival of his companions, the ones who hid themselves in the fog and chose indeed to let them speak for him though I did not understand why. I smiled to him once more before allowing the snow of my ears to prick forward, eyes of violet and blue opalescence, the eyes of my Grandmother, peering within the mists in search of this boy who yelled these things. I knew what he spoke of, I often hear my Mother and Father speak in the nights and for many nights they have spoken of the attack of Devil May Cry on Ruvindra. Maybe that is why the boy who shouted hid. He was….fearful of Angels. Maybe I am already to late, maybe my Grandfather has already ruined what chance I had in this place. I allowed my eyes to turn once more to Eden, seeking his reaction, wondering indeed what it was that turned through the mind of the only one I had so far Chosen. I was sure in my choice, I had to be, I had to believe Eden understood what so many others did not, that maybe he would have faith enough in me to understand the words I spoke back to the boy in the mists of Iromar.
“I know. My Grandfather attacked your Mother. He was wrong to do it, I am sorry, just as I am sorry that Jaidah of Iromar came within the borders of Diveen and killed my Mothers imprint, her very soul. That is the greatest sin of all wolf. Yet you committed no such crime and I have never touched your Mother. These are not my actions or yours, I am sorry for all of it, I am sorry for your Mother but this is not about what has happened, please don’t hide, I just need to talk to you. I need your help.”
I spoke easily, calmly, though I knew not who I spoke too or if indeed he would hear only scorn in my words. I accuse him of nothing, I willingly admit Grandfather Devil was wrong, Diveen was wrong- but so was Iromar. I cannot change what has happened, I cannot make right what is wrong, but I can try to stop it happening again. I cannot help the adults, they are too far gone, but I can help those who will rule in time. I know what I am, I know what I must be and I know I cannot do it alone. I need the wolves of Iromar as I need my pack-mates in Diveen, as I need those born of the river and those who reside in the mountain. I need them all and indeed this takes seems so daunting. I glanced once more towards Eden, seeking the gaze of my companion as sound came from the mist and fog, my head given to tilt slightly, hoping indeed that the boy had decided to come forward, yet, the one who came, a boy of white, did not hold the same voice as the one from before. How many children hid within the mists of this place? Did they hide from fear of Eden and myself? Was this the legacy of Diveen? That other children hid from us? Perhaps this was merely custom, how is it that I could know? This one, this one calls himself Prince, his white form held much the same as my own, with the pride of his pack and his blood though truly I take little pride in my own this day. Vainglory, Prince of Iromar. I have no reason to disbelieve these things he says, yet, though I have never set eyes upon the leader of Iromar, I know her to be black and coloured within her eyes. Pelt can lie, but eyes do not, perhaps the Father is of tone such and why would he seek to lie? I hold doubt, but perhaps it does not matter. If he calls himself Prince, then so be it. Eden says nothing and nor do I, not on this. I moved to speak once more, yet this Prince of fog and shadow spoke first to the boy from earlier, his comment an un-needed thing. I have made no insult upon him, why should he seek to act in this manner? Perhaps I am just too late, perhaps he has already been poisoned by his parent’s ideals. I hope not, truly, for Vainglory is so clearly intelligent. He could be so much more.
“Thank you, Vainglory, for coming to see my companion and I. We are very sorry if our scent offends you, that cannot be changed I don’t think. Yet please, do not refer to us by that title. Angel is not my name. It is Solaris. If you don’t want us to come in, that is alright, we will stay here. I would-.”
My words got no further for the emergence of another, a female of Diveen whom leapt and bounded free of the mud and mist as Eden stiffened. I had not realised we had been followed, Eden too must not have known of the girl else surely he would have spoken as he did now, asking after these…Gators. Sable. I know the names of those who I live beside, I walk the pack with my Mother so often so that I may learn these things, yet…..she has not been Chosen by myself, I have not seen within her that which I need and her words prove only this as she sits upon the border and speaks of enemies.
“Please, Sable, hush, this is what I have come to speak- stop!”
She seemed not to hear my words, much less heed them as she stood once more, my own form, so much larger then hers, larger then any gathered here- reached for her scruff, trying to catch her, to stop her from plunging over the border. We have not been invited, we have not been asked to cross, she disrespects them and I have no desire to do this, yet she has moved to quickly, the baby points of my fangs closing against my own as she leaps to swat at the earlier child before plunging away again to hide behind Eden. She wishes only to play and this I understand, yet it is not a time for play, this is not why I have come. I sought only to bring Eden yet it would seem fate has given me another. Eden moved to step aside as he spoke, his words cool and displeased though he holds right to speak this way before the one he calls child, his form of grey and white moved closer to myself until snowy and ash blend and the red rim of my gaze is given to find his own as he speaks again in the ancient tongue, my head nodded softly. He is right in this, she is not invited, yet she ahs come as this cannot be changed, perhaps there is purpose for her here, I cannot say, I know only that I am further justified in my choice of Eden. He is composed, he is respectful and yet he says what must be said.
“Ut voles (as you wish). You are right.”
I replied softly, a murmur of words for his ears alone before I turned towards Sable. She has intruded, this is not right, yet it would seem she does not understand and for that I cannot seek to punish. I am not King, not yet, I do not hold that right but I will not have Iromar forced into games they wish not to play. I moved towards this girl of dark and earth, placing a smile upon my lips as the white and red of my form stopped before her and another white wolf or Iromar came forward, one who asked after this game and the word ‘friends’, though it seemed to hold a question.
“Sable, please, this is not the time for games. You have crossed into land we are not invited into and touched one who did not ask to be touched. This is not Diveen, this is not your place. Hush Sable, please, or I must ask you to leave.”
I spoke gently, easily for I see no need to upset her, but offer her a chance instead, to prove she belongs with such company. If she cannot act as I have asked, as her Prince has asked, then I will see she is sent home. I smiled once more, nodding as I turned from her, eyes finding the white one (Wraith) as I moved to sit by Eden once more.
“We would like to be friends, if you are willing and perhaps if you would like to be it, Sable will show you this game.”
I allowed my lip to lift slightly once more. I find this white one calm and pleasant and the intelligence of Prince Vainglory is an obvious thing, words already upon my lips, prepared to tell them why it is I have come, in the hopes it is not to late, that I can still salvage what is left within them that does not hate so blindly when it seems yet another comes, a black male, older it would seem and one who speaks as if he knows, as if he holds authority and perhaps he does in this- for I believe it is he I have waited for. He gives no introduction yet his stance, his words alone would seem to speak of a higher ranking. I moved only to glance to Eden once more, to nod slightly, displaying my belief that I had found the one I sought, though indeed all whom are present hold value as I stood. He is taller, older, yet this does not place him above me, not in this, I have come an equal, sat amongst all here as there equal so I will meet his stance with my own, the words I bring must be said, I need to know if even one amongst these wolves or Iromar is….different, is more than their parents.
“Non, non. Socius meus, et non transivit terminos tuos, ut lex tua fecisti. Et errare atris correctus.”
(No, we are not. My companion and I have not crossed your border, we have respected your law. Sable was mistaken and she has been corrected.)
I answered in the tongue he offered, meeting his gaze so steadily with my own. I need them to understand, I need just one, just one to prove he is more…
“I have not come because I am curious. I have come, yearling of Iromar, because I need to ask you, all of you, what it is you see when you look at me, when you look at my companion? I am not as my parents, I am not as any who have come before and I need to know if there are any among you who understand, who are the same. Please, each of you, tell me what you see.”
This is why I have come. Because this cannot continue, because I have to believe that there are others like Eden, who do not hate without reason, who do not blindly follow their sire and dam and siblings, who is willing to turn away from the idiocy of our parents. Their answers will show me, their answers will show who among them is….different. Who among them sees Angel, something to be hated and who sees….me, Solaris, not a boy with red and white marks. Perhaps they will laugh or jeer or offer foolish answers, this will prove only that they are not who I seek, though I hope one, just one, at least- is brave enough to be what I need.
It is that child and the heir I wish to speak too.
Solaris
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