{ Chasing The Sun }

I have not before been to the land of rushing water that boarded the pack of my birth. I knew little of it while I lived within Diveen. It was spoken of, in passing, this land of water and salt, for indeed Mother and Father spoke often of other packs and of those who commanded them and yet- perhaps I did not pay the attention I should have, my mind holding a lack of focus perhaps, though given my youth I do not think such a thing is unusual. I did not understand, when I was terribly small, that the words they spoke would be so greatly needed, that information on other packs and their leaders would be of a critical importance to myself and the work I must do, both in regards to Taviora and my own more�personal desires. I knew only what I remembered from the words of Isola, I knew names and indeed that Grandfather Heyel feels that salt and water are great causes of frizz in fur and that I should, at all costs, avoid frizz. I find this to be somewhat impractical and yet Grandfather Heyel has never been a practical creature, though truly he is one I find utterly fascinating. To have commanded so many, to have used words over weapons so often is�.a power of incomparable worth and one that amazes my mind. Maybe he was very great because he was a very great talker, Mother always said Grandfather talked too much. One day I would understand, one day I will master it, I am sure and in the coming days I must find Eden and bring him to this land, to see th yearlings and pups, to find the heir. Perhaps this Tesseract, for I know his name, will speak the name of his eldest child, it would be so very much easier if I did not need to hunt for the future King or Queen. Though if what I know is true, Tesseract, perhaps, is already too far gone. I cannot help him.

I moved on large paws and long limbs to follow Coza, coming to lope steadily beside his left hip, the place my Mothers guards often took when they escorted her. I do not come to guard my leader, he fights for himself, his bares the wounds that prove his right to exact authority, I simply move at a place that seems appropriate, the only place I have seen sub-ordinates walk. I try to remember this often, I have no desire to think myself above any other, lest of all the Alpha I have chosen and yet�dominant blood is deep and potent, I walk as I was born, with head and tail high, not for dominance, simply because I am pleased, terribly so, to be taken on this outing, to be allowed to see the workings of another pack, to gleam knowledge for myself and in my childish excitement I often forget this may not be an appropriate stance. I have lived my life as Prince of Diveen, a rank I will forever hold, yet truly I must remember always that I am also Chaser of Taviora and surely a Chaser does not walk as such. I paused to allow the violet blue opalescence of my gaze, the eyes of Grandmother Zeivah, I am told, to travel towards Hush. I do not know this wolf so well, yet pack is pack and pack comes first and if she is chosen to accompany us, then she has reason and purpose and that will not be questioned by myself.

I came to a halt as Coza did, snowy white form, stained with the blood-coloured marks of my birth moved to seat myself beside him, eyes turning to peer out across the land. I�did not detect the frizz Grandfather was so worried about, though I think, perhaps, Grandfather has very sensitive fur. I hear often that he is �sensitive�, Mother telling my siblings and I always to be utterly respectful in the presence of himself and Devil May Cry, elders are to be valued, this I must remember, even if I find it�hard, sometimes. I simply looked over the land as I waited, nodding softly as Coza spoke, sure to voice any ideas should they find hold within my mind.

Solaris
41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen/Chaser of Taviora

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