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Posted on October 14, 2013 at 05:28:23 AM by Solaris
 I waited, the violet and blue of my gaze held upon the other male, waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to say why it was he had come to these lands. For a moment I allowed the snow caps of my ears to flick and turn, listening to the forest, the trees, listening for any sign of Coza or Amaterasu, the only other wolf to call this land home though some part of myself, perhaps I prideful part I was wrong to hold was pleased that I alone had found this visitor. Perhaps his similar youth gave to myself a confidence I would not hold otherwise, perhaps had he been a fully grown adult male or female I would not have felt so bold and confident within myself, though I believe indeed so much of such a thing is laced within the blood. It is said that those born of Alpha’s are destined to lead in turn, that a need for dominance is as in-born as the shade of eyes or pelt, that those born to Omega’s or lower-ranking parents learn, in turn, to be as such and perhaps in this I take some understanding. If one is raised in a position, one can only be said to learn from it and as such, perhaps it is always so that I have held a confidence and assurance others do not for I know no other way and perhaps, this day, is the first in which I have come to realise such a thing of myself. How is it, truly, that I am perceived by others? I know well I am not given to be as other children, that I am often thought of as too serious, yet indeed there are few who understand what it is, truly, that I must do. I shook such thoughts from my mind once more as the boy before me seemed to grow only frustrated, a look of confusion clear upon my features as I regarded him once more, shifting upon my heavy paws as my head was given to tilt. To what end did he grow agitated with myself? What have I done to cause such a reaction in another when I have done nothing but offer a greeting? The custom of Spirane is not as that of Iromar, where to speak first holds a notion of weakness, a rule I find inconsistent and futile, just as I find the notion of angelic blood to be awash with loopholes. His mouth moved and yet nothing was given to arise from his throat and indeed for a moment I thought he aimed to make fun at me, my ears folding slightly back in discord and youthful confusion. I am young, so young, how is it that I can know of muteness when not one Angel has ever been as such?- until now, it would seem. “I…..do not understand.” I knew not what else to say, his frustration and attempts only adding to my own as I regarded him silently and yet patiently perhaps, curious, in a way only a child can be of such things before his own tail waved and his ears came forward, my own following suit in this regard, as if I looked upon a reflection of myself in this moment, allowing my own large, ungainly form to follow this motion before it as I made the decision to moved forward, stepping down from the grassy knoll upon which I stood, white paws padding atop the grass and damp soil of my forest home as I made my way towards the other young man, extending my muzzle forward, slightly to touch against his own. It is the greeting of Diveen, one hard-wired into myself, a gesture given by Alpha’s to acknowledge respect and equality to those they favour, though I hardly knew it, did not truly understand it as I moved to offer him this before meeting his gaze once more. Perhaps he simply did not like to talk, perhaps he was as the one they call Tobias, the one who lingers like a shadow on Diveen’s borders, searching for that which Mother will not say. Perhaps it does not matter. There is greatness to be had without words and I think, perhaps, were we to lack words entirely, the world would be as it should, not as those whom command such vocals dictate. “I do not know why you will not speak, but if that is your way, so be it. You are from the mountain pack. I have been there, once, with my companion, we went because there is much I must do as I grow, there is much I must change and because I am blood-tied to that land, my aunts Reyja and Calista live within, perhaps you know of them, perhaps not.” If he will not speak, then I see no reason why he may not listen and be given to enjoy conversation still. I knew so little of the world, truly, did not understand I stood before a mute, not a wolf who simply chose silence, yet surely I may be forgiven on youthful grounds. “Do you know of fish? I should like to steal them from the stream near here, though I do not know how. Do you?” 1 Year || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles & Sage, Forfax, Ariel & Haziel || Chaser of Taviora |
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