{Angels are Bright Still}

I did not know this night that I was given to be appearing so very�cute to this boy that is being Nootau, no, I am thinking only that he is being the one that is sweet, for indeed a boy so young and so alone is often given to lose that which makes him- warm. Land of Loners is a place most harsh, most fearful, even I have lived as loner and these things I know, yet even still, even without pack my family stayed as one and when one is given to have a family of near nineteen siblings I am thinking perhaps that it is not quite the same. Angels are very large, our blood is very, very old and very, very wide-spread. I am thinking that maybe this is being the fault of Heyel and yet, in all that is said of my sire�.he never turned from his mate, he stayed only with she until her death, only with my Mother for I am thinking, perhaps, in all that runs within the vein of Angel�loyalty is being a thing most strong. I smiled softly at these thoughts that turned within my mind that night as the snow fell most soft and the night grew darker still. The boy of cream was given to wave his tail at my words and for a moment I believed indeed that I had spoken wrong, that somehow he laughed at me. I am thinking that is not so bad, I am used to others finding humour in my words and it matters not, for what sort of Queen would I be if I could not be laughed at, laughed with? I grinned delicately once more in the half-light as the moon rose higher and he seemed to purr within his throat at that thing which is my name. He is being most amusing to my mind, this loner, though I am finding that he is seeming to thin, perhaps and with the coming of winter he will find food only harder. Yet, indeed, he may prefer such a life, many do and I am not given to question it this night, at least, not in this moment.

It would seem he is given to find my plans to walk a most pleasurable thing, his exclamation causing my ears to slide softly forward and the thickness of my tail so white to wave a moment through the chill of the air as he sat beside my snow and russet hued form, nodding his agreement in this before bounding ahead in a way that is making me smile softly once more as I move to follow on slower, easy strides. Though my wounds are well healing now there is still pain within my shoulder and I desire not to exert it more then I should. I am having pack to care for and young ones to raise, I cannot be being injured or tired or sore, no, pack must come first, always pack. They had said this was my weakness, this whispers I hear on the wind from those whom fell to us in battle. They say I am lesser, weaker�because I care too much. Yet, if this is all they may say against me then perhaps I find no slight in that. Let it be said that she, Isola, the Archangel and Queen of Diveen, daughter of The Assassin King and The Angel Queen- cares too much. Perhaps one day they will understand the strength in that. Caring is hard, caring I perhaps the hardest thing of all. To not care, to dismiss- that is easy. Imoved to stride to the side of my companion once more, violet eyes bright within the darkness as we wandered, my motion less graceful atop the snow this not before I spoke once more.

�You is reminding me most of my son, yes, I am having two sons and three daughters most lovely, yet you is reminding me most of my Achilles.�

He too likes to run forward, finds pleasure in all things and indeed perhaps he is old enough now to be taken on such outings, perhaps, next time I shall bring him, or one of my daughters. Perhaps it is not right that I call them that, for indeed I birthed only one, yet the others had found their way to my den, motherless and alone and I would be a lesser creature were I to turn them out. No, they are my own I am thinking, for always. I turned my head most softly to look upon him as we walked and his words came once more and my head was given to tilt in thought at these things he said.

�If you is wishing to tell this to me, I am liking to know why it is you are alone? You are not so old, the wolves of Diveen do not begin to leave until this age and yet, already you is being alone, why is this so?�

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

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