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= I Was The Better Man = IP: 124.149.183.101 Posted on September 10, 2013 at 06:46:58 AM by Ayal
i was the better man
I am given the nod of my Mother as I approach and this is all I need to assure myself I have done right as I seat myself beside her, the glory of my gaze fixated only a moment longer against the lesser form of Eden, my wing, though he has displeased me this day and I have decided I will ignore him until he pleases me again. He does not deserve to have m perfection and attention given to him until I find favour with him again. My attention returns to my Mother, our forms an image of one another, of shadow and smoke and shade and all that is perfect. I know I am to be as she, I must continue her work when she lives no longer and I strive only to please her in all that I do. Only she may command me, only to she will I yield. Eden may desire all he like, yet he is male, he is born lesser and unless he seeks to lose what it is that makes him male he will never be as I, as Mother. Yes, I know what it is that makes a male, I am not coddled and hidden from the world, Mother does not lie to us as others lie to their children. We know all. Mother speaks and my ears are turned towards her, the tip of white on my tail, the only thing that separates me from she is given to wave slightly. It is not a wave of joy or playfully frivolity, no, it merely waves in contemplation of these words most glorious as I allow them to ring with my ears. I have tasted of this blood this day, I know well this taste of failure and I shall not forget it until the day I am given to bring them pain also, until I will stand victorious as Mother with the blood of others upon my pelt. I dislike that she mentions Eden in this, for I do not believe my Brother is as such, he is a wing and no more, lesser then my Anselm though I will not question Mothers words this day.
I move then to chastise my Brother, for his words are spoken out of turn while Mother remains silent in this. She will allow this to be worked out between us, she is right to do this, for I alone will make my Brother bow should he seek to stand above me and his station. He speaks once more in this moment, his words less lovely then Mothers as he asks of pack and if it is he may attack them. This I have not heard of, my eyes turning to Mother in this moment. Is this so? Should we fall upon pack? My mind does not favour this idea, no, I have not but pity for those who are lesser then me, I care not if they die beneath my paws for they matter not, yet my mind does not see victory in this. One against many I dislike, two or three, perhaps, for I am sure I may fight such numbers of with my glory. Yet pack….fights for pack and within this I see…problems. If my Brother desires to fall upon those who dare think themselves my equals then so be it, yet my mind thinks there is consequence for this and I shall punish him for his stupidity, I shall show my deviousness. I smirk so prettily, my grin so feminine and seductive and perfect as I let the amber of my gaze fall upon him and speak in the most gentle and sweetest of voices.
“Vos oppugnaturis Angelus princeps? Et cum ambularet in te, frater?”
(You would attack the Angel Prince? The one you walk with, Brother?)
Yes, I have seen this thing, just as Grandfather Heyel watched from the rocks that day, I too had followed the scent of my wing and he whom they call Prince. I wish to know why Eden follows him, I wish to know what he and Solaris speak of alone and I wish to tell mother what I know, that Eden walks with Angels, consorts with them, leaves the pack with them……though I do not accuse him of such just yet, no, let him squirm beneath my accusation before our Mother. I dislike not knowing why he and the Angel walk together, but I will find out. I turn to Mother as she speaks once more, allowing her lyrics to grace my ears as I nod. This I know, never is one to be trusted but myself, never, all others will bow before me when the day is right and with each day it comes closer, each day I grow taller still. The voice of Mother falls quite then as another comes, a tall male of white like the snow upon which the blood falls. This is Great Grandfather Heyel, this I know, just as I know he is aged beyond all others and my mind sees power in this. Not in his body, no, for the aged are not strong, yet my mind thinks as others do not. There is a different power in age, a power in knowledge and wisdom. One does not live to be so ancient unless one is cunning and in this I am made wary of him and his words as they come.
Why does he dare approach us? To what ends does he seek the presence of my Mother as he dares to touch her and my golden and violet eyes gleam with this offense most great before he speaks first to she, then to Eden and myself. How dare he address Eden before he address me! I am instantly displeased, my eyes narrowing in displeasure as Eden speaks once more, stating that he is as no other then himself, my own form held high and tall as I sit more proudly beside Mother in an effort to show I am as she and to be respected, even by one so old as he.
“Eris dea avia mortuus est, ut eam non quaero.”
(Grandmother Eris is dead, I seek not to be as her.)
Why should I seek to be as one who is dead? Dead is nothing. Dead is dead and I desire this not. It is then that he comes, my Anselm, my other wing and he who pleases me always, my eyes shifting from the white of this Heyel to…..the white of Anslem. This I note though I do not think it means much as Anselm comes to seat himself before Heyel to declare that- he knows. Knows what? Anselm does not keep such things from me, what does he know? My tail flicks in irritation yet I remain silent for now, my perfect features blank and calm as I wait, absorbing what I can though my features are moved to frown as this Heyel is commanded to die. Perhaps he should, he does not seem of use to me though I am given to believe he is, perhaps, as Eden, this Heyel hides…..much from me. This I know.
Ayal 0 years ~ Born of Ava ~ Sister to Anselm and Eden ~ Diveen
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.