{Angels are Bright Still}

He is seeming pleased, this boy of dark and cream, to have the company of another on this night most cold and growing darker with each fall of the rays of the sun and the rise of each tendril of moonlight that claws slowly higher within the sky most star-filled this winter night. Perhaps he is given to have been alone for a time most long for indeed his form is lean though it is seeming that loners are so often holding a leanness that those born of pack and abundant prey do not. His tail was given to wave in a manner most pleasing, a gesture that speaks of friend and of willingness to receive my company this night. He is young still, I fear not to come to harm from he, this wolf born of mountain and ridge and indeed that which he thinks within his mind is correct, I am born of artic snow and tundra cold, it is why my pelt is so very thick and full, so heavy and luxuriant to touch as all born of Heyel are blessed to be. I allowed my own tail to wave, this banner so thick and white given to brush at the air before I seated myself as any other. When I am not within my pack I see not need to assert that which I am, I see no need to force dominance upon others nor to speak my title. To walk in the lands of the free is to be just that, free of rank and so I sit his equal this night, for young though he is there is respect to be found and one who lives without pack, who survives without pack, this speaks of intelligence and of boldness, it speaks of bravery and skill and never will I be so rash to believe that youth betrays the wisdom of all that are wild. Young he may be, but to live as he has speaks of skills beyond his years and this I am respecting enough to sit his equal.

I am given to notice the gaze of his eyes as they wander across the delicate grace of my form, the whisper of my movement hindered by the wounds that linger from a war fought and won, a passing smile given to grace my lips in this moment as I meet his gaze with my own, violet and emerald resting softly upon his young form as I spoke softly once more to confirm that which turned within his own mind in this moment.

�They is being old, these wounds, worry for them not, young one. They is being better forgotten, as is the battle in which I am being given them.�

I nodded gently once more within the pale light of the moon that moved to alight my pelt most white and the pale cream that marked his own. I wish to think no more on the war that has been and the blood that was spilt. I did not desire it, tried again and again to turn Ishtar from this path, yet one so filled with hate and anger cannot be turned. I had spoken only truth to her, I had told her only of that which I am knowing to be true. Iromar cannot defeat Diveen, she was not having the numbers or the skill, her pack does not house the Assassins as my own is given to. I had warned again and again, told her only that she would bring ruin to her pack were she to come against us, yet, she still did not stop and her pack lay crumbled and broken in this thing most terrible that is war. Never again, never again will I lead my pack to battle. I desire it not and as long as I remain Queen I will not allow it again. The senseless pride of one will never again threaten the peace of my own lands. Diveen has nothing left to prove. The grin of this boy most young is a curious thing, my lips moving offer a gesture much the same as he moved from his stone throne to place himself beside me. He is being most curious, like a child, like a pup and I am finding this a thing most endearing this evening as I rest calmly beside him. When he is given to speak I find my ears drawn forward in curiosity, head tilting slightly at this word he speaks�.this ma�am. I am hearing it before and yet I am finding it still most amusing this night as I allowed a gentle hum of laughter to slip with delicate ease from my lips.

�Ma�am. This I am liking, this is being a word I am finding most�.pleasing, yes. Though I am thinking, perhaps, you is not needing to use it. I am being called Isola, I have come from Diveen this night, is you knowing of this pack? It is being my home yet, this night, I am finding I am in need of, how you is saying? Change in�scenery?�

I paused once more to look upon this boy most sweet, to see indeed whether or not he is understanding these things I say with my voice most accented. I am finding some phrases most odd and though indeed I have heard this spoken before I am not given to know whether or not I am speaking it most right. I smiled once more before allowing my form to rise, moving to stand softly again as my breathe is given to rise like smoke within the air as I regard him once more.

�I am thinking that I am liking to walk this night, perhaps, Noota, you is liking to walk with me? I think I should like the company and I am liking to know more of you, if you is wishing to tell me.�

I smiled softly once more, looking towards this young companion I have found, one who knows nto who and what I am and indeed I am finding this�.peaceful this night, to be with one who does not know and who does not judge. I am hoping indeed he will walk with me tonight and tell me of himself. I should like to hear the story of another, if he is liking to tell it.

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

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