{Angels are Bright Still}

It is a night most cold, a night most quiet ad yet I find that I have long sought this peace. My mind has been filled of late, it has become a place most busy, a place with little peace to be had, for indeed it has been filled only with thoughts of that which has been and that which is yet to come. I find I seek this solitude this night, a thing most rare, for indeed it has been some months since I have left the borders of the Kingdom of Diveen. It is a land most large, a land most vast and I find I do not lack for space or company within its confines, yet solitude does not come so easily. Tonight and seek space and time, I seek a moment alone if only fleeting, to allow my thoughts to turn and tumble and find rest. I waited until the fall of twilight, until my mate and keeper of my heart had fallen asleep within the den, his midnight form still healing from the wounds of war, as is my own, wrapped around our children as he slept. Each day my Sage grows taller, bolder, her blackened fur seems sleeker and only more perfect. She is the daughter I have longed for, a most precious gift- just as my sons. Achilles will see his second year come the spring and each day he is given to remind me more and more of his grandsire, my own sire and indeed though in some ways I am given to fear this thing I am also given to take pride in such a child. Perhaps he will be as Heyel, perhaps he too will rule these lands though indeed in all he does I seek only to see him smile, seek only to know he is being happy and well. Solaris is not as his siblings, my youngest son is born of different mould and indeed I am often given to worry for my boy so beautiful. I know not what he will be, I know only that I will watch over him as he grows, it is all I can be doing as he finds his place.

My paws fall silently upon the snow most fresh, my pelt so white given to blend in so well atop this plan of frost and ice as the wind is given to ruffle the thickness of my pelt. Winter is perhaps the only time in which I can be as such, in which the earth is given to hide my form. I am as all of my blood, born, they say, to stand out. In all seasons but that of cold and frost I am given to gleam and glow and yet within the shadows of this growing darkness, atop the silent snow, I am hidden, all but the Mark of my lineage is given to blend, the blaze of cinnamon that marks my spine is light aglow in near any light and yet I do not truly seek to hide this night. There is little I fear this eve for they who sought to harm us, they who dared to challenge the might of a pack so large as Diveen, a pack greater then any other- have fallen. The war has been won, though never di I seek to fight it, never di I ask to bring such pain and bloodshed and never again will I lead my Kingdom to war. We have proven we are greater, we have proven our might and I will not allow a repeat of this crime. The weakness of Iromar will not rise against us again. I did not want war, I did not ask for it, I did not declare this thing and yet still they came, still Ishtar sought to punish those she hated for reasons none can know. I have only pity for such a creature. Why did she seek to come against the largest of all packs? What did she seek to prove? I cannot know, it does not matter, I have proven why it is I lead, I have proven why it is I am chosen as heir of Heyel and I will never do so again. It is done.

The sound of another breaks the silence this night, the voice is young and yet�.most lonely. I have not sought company, yet nor will I turn from one who calls though I know not the owner of this voice. I adjust my form, long limbs and graceful frame passing silently atop the ice, delicate features poised with curious air as the violet and emerald of my gaze falls upon the male most young as he sits atop a rock between the trees. His form is lithe and lean, as is often the case of those who choose to live alone. He is young, not yet grown, my own form heavier, taller, despite his masculine gender as he reclines in a way I found perhaps humorous this evening as a shadow of a smile traces the delicacy of my features. My wounds this night are still clear, the injures I have received in defence of my home and those I care for, my ruff still healing, as is my shoulder, my movement not as graceful as before. Yet all things heal in time and I am proud to bleed with my warriors and my mate for our home- even if the cause was unjustified. It is done. It is over and I will think no more on it as I move from between the trees to seat myself before the young one on his throne, another smile passing softly as I nod my head in greeting. I may be a Queen, an Alpha of the strongest of all packs, yet these are the free lands and within them I will stand as equal to all others.

�It is a night most cold to be being alone, young one. You is calling for others and so I have come. What is being you name?�

I spoke softly, gently, my words holding the latin lilt that all of my breeding do. The Common Tongue is not the first language we are taught to speak and as such my words are not as those of others, yet I cannot be helping this thing, I know no other way and I am sure he shall be understanding what it is I have spoken this night.

7 Years || Mate to Kane || Mother of Achilles, Sage & Solaris || Angel Queen of Diveen

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