:: Sins of The Father :: (Abraxus)

I dropped lower onto the field, so wide and open, my snowy white form pressing closer to the boulders and scatterings of trees, attempting to keep myself as hidden as possible though I hardly know why I bothered, my pelt stands out a mile away and my size�..I�m near bigger than the damn boulder, even at my young age. I slunk further forward, pressing into the taller grass, my black head, an obscurity and point of fun for half the other pups within Diveen, managed to still peer easily above the autumn-gold grass as the emerald of my gaze drifted, searching for anyone else and finding myself mercifully alone. I sighed, relieved I suppose, to be alone. Hell, you�d think after spending most of my life alone I�d want the company and yet, more and more I�m starting to find that other wolves just simply annoy me. Ego�s the same. He likes it when it�s just us, me and him, the way it�s always been since the day we were born and ever since Alyx left with Mama, I guess Ego just become everything. He�s still different though, some part of him, my soul, my other half, still finding some delight in other wolves. He doesn�t like them, he just likes�.the smell of them I suppose, he keeps going on and on about the warmth, about trying to get to it though I hardly know what he�s talking about. I pushed the thoughts aside for now, my young and yet towering frame stepping from the shadows, white body and black head a near eyesore as far as I�m concerned and if that wasn�t enough, lets add a flaming russet mane that turns into a mowhawk anytime Ego or I life out heckles. Diveen has already outcast me, the last thing I needed was to be marked as both Angel and Demon, why couldn�t I have just been born brown?

Ego?
Yeah?
Where are we?
Some sort of miserable wet field, I suppose.
So you don�t actually know?
I know everything, Angel Boy, shut it, I�m sleeping.

I grumbled inwardly at the voice that rattled inside my brain, knowing already he was done answering ay question, his presence feeling�quieter, though I knew indeed he would alert me the moment we were no longer alone. Maybe that is why Cousin Ava likes Ego so much more then me, because he is true assassin material and I�m just�.nothing, I suppose. I used to think I was something, I never even minded that Diveen didn�t want me or that they apparently wanted to kill me, as Ava said. I�d just prove them wrong- but how do you prove to some many wolves that you are nothing like the rest when Iromar goes to war against them and another part of myself, the part Ego controls�..wants to be the monster they fear. I still don�t know what he wants, not really, though I am entirely sure whatever it is, is the same thing that forbids Tobias to walk the lands of Diveen, that has seen him outcast from every pack, to demonic for even Iromar. I only want to be separated from him, to completely detach myself from my sire and yet�..I was born with his face, his head, black as midnight with eyes of emerald green, like a personal brand. I look exactly as he does and that I cannot change, having been blessed only with a white body from my mother. Why�.why couldn�t I look as the other Angels?

Because your not an Angel, we are not, stop hoping for something that will never be.

I ignored him entirely, lips pulling back to flash sizeable fangs at no on in particular, having learned long ago to speak t Ego only within my own mind, speaking allowed made the others ask questions, speaking allowed made them think I was mad. They just don�t understand, at least, that is what Ego says. They are not like cousin Ava, they will not except someone not like them, or at least, someone they perceive as utterly insane. I�m hardly mad, no, I was just born whole, born with my imprint inside- I never needed to find my other half like everyone else. Maybe I�m lucky, maybe I�m not, it hardly matters. The fields are empty, Ego cannot hunt anyone here and I can be alone- like I always am. I wondered forward and to the edge of the stream, lowering my blackened head to drink, lapping at the water, blazing russet mowhawk standing out against even the faded reads and gold�s of autumn. I raised my head once more, jerking myself quickly away from the water�s edge in an effort to prevent myself from seeing my own reflection. I hate what I look like. I hate that I look like him- almost as much as I hate Mama for leaving, Alyx for following, the Angels for out-casting me to the pack edges as if they can barely stand the sight of me and the Demons for making me the way I am. Maybe I just hate everyone. Maybe I should let Ego have his fun- after all, it is a tiring thing trying to defend everyone around you�.from yourself.

I stayed where I was, on the edge of the bank, looking away and across the fields. I would go home eventually, but for now I would enjoy this change of scenery, maybe practice my hunting. I still needed moose antlers for Ava, after all.

i can feel your heart beat
2 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Alyx, Sier, Riven || No Mate || Never to Imprint || Diveen

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