{ Chasing The Sun }

It is quiet, in this forest. The breeze is gentle and the air is warm here, even beneath the shadows of the trees it would seem the touch of spring is unmissed. I have never been here before, I have never set paw upon this land and certainly never alone, free of a guard, free of an older wolf or yearling companion whose eyes have been set to rest upon my form and keep at bay any danger that threatens. I do not resent my parents for that, they cannot be blamed for ensuring that when Diveen�s prince left it�s boarders, that he was kept safe. They feared what would happen, they feared Iromar and its desire for revenge after they lost the war to my Mother and indeed perhaps Isola and Kane were right to fear such things, perhaps the wolves of Iromar would seek to harm Diveen�s Prince. Yet I am no longer such a thing. Perhaps I cannot change my blood or my pelt or the Marks that so boldly state who and what I am. Yet I will shape my own fate and I have made the decision to leave that City of Angels. It will always be my home, it will always be my kingdom. Yet it would never have been my crown. I am the second-born son. Achilles will be next to lead, it is to him they should offer protection and guard, not to I. My path is something else entirely, a path I have come to make for myself and one that I am sure, in time�..will see my family turn from me entirely.

They do not understand what it is I must do, they do not understand why it is I need to find other young wolves like myself and I know already Heyel grows wary, it is why I avoid him. Perhaps I am a coward, perhaps I should face the true Angel King and see what and why it is so very, very many have bowed to him, why so many fear him still, a wolf of near nineteen years old. It is an amazing thing to my mind so young and I think perhaps he holds a different form of power, one I must understand, one Eden will help me find I am sure- but not today. Today I have taken myself out, alone, for the first time. For the first time my pelt does not hold the scent of my sire and dam, but that of another, the white and red of my fur is marked with that of Coza and Taviora, newest pack within Moladion and the pack I have chosen for myself. It is young as I am, small as I am and yet in time I know most well that it will grow, as all things grow and it is to that pack of forest and field I have offered my own alliance though perhaps it does not mean so much now, for one so young, perhaps they would have rather had Diveen send warriors trained or healers grown- but it was I who came and I will repay that which I owe to Coza for finding a place for me. I will prove myself when the time is right, prove that I am simply�.myself and no other. For indeed, there are very few like me and so very hard to find.

I allowed the violet and blue opalescence of my gaze to rest upon the large male as he came into view, a wolf marked in chocolate and tan, his pelt rich like the soil of the earth and indeed for a moment I took pleasure in such colours for they are a rare sight in the lands I have grown, my young features resting upon him a moment before it was that I came forward. I have never met a lone wolf before, never seen one who does not call himself part of this pack or another and as such my mind felt hungry this day to be in the presence of one who wanders alone, to speak to one who holds no alliance for I have never met such a wolf in my single year of life. I wandered forward now, on limbs most long and ungainly with paws most large for indeed though I am still so undergrown in this moment I know most well, that in time, my size will rival the male before me and on this matter I am still undecided. There is much I must be, much I must do and I know not yet if size will help or hinder my mission in this life. Today though, I do not come to speak of such things, though should this male prove pleasant, perhaps I will ask him that which I ask the others, to see if perhaps he to may be Chosen though it is likely his age will see his mind firmly set in this. Such things do not matter in this moment though. I come to him as a wolf of Taviora and nothing more.

I paused upon the banks of the river opposite his shaded form, the snowy white of my pelt faintly aglow in the dappled light of the trees above, the red rings of my violet blue eyes resting upon him as the same russet red of the rising sun mark that adorned my chest glimmered faintly. I allowed my large paws to press more heavily upon the earth, snapping stick and twig to alert him to my presence, for it is the gift of my blood that sees my form move so silently, generations of breeding of perfection though I take no pride in that. I am not as the others. There are none as I am.

�Good morning.�

I know not the greetings for a loner, perhaps I am incorrect in this as I stand before him, eyes wide and curious in that which he does, the scent of my new pack held against my thickened white form as I regarded him from the opposing bank, for indeed I will not bring myself to close if it is he does not seek the company of youth this day. After all, I am a yearling still, though I have never been a child, not truly, there is not time, there is too much to be done to waste time on things so trivial as childish games.

�Forgive me, but I have not met a lone wolf before. Your pelt holds the mark of no pack, why is this? Why do you chose to be alone? I am sorry to ask these things of you so early in the day, but my mind is curious of you.�

Solaris
1 Year || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles & Sage, Forfax, Ariel & Haziel || Chaser of Taviora

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