I was finding this imprinting business not to my liking. The girl who my soul attached too certainly was not bad, but young. I had not told anyone of this bond to her for I felt it was a weakness that I didn’t want to put out there. Iophiel was an angel, the thought was strange that I choose her to imprint on and someday, when she was older I would find out if she was just as right for my heart as she was soul. I was skeptical. I didn’t want to get her hopes up for it seemed that she was rather attached to me already. She was younger than me, not yet on her second birthday which I knew was possible. Imprint parents could have daughters that could imprint before their time.

I wondered what her parents were like for a time. I never really had a family until Alcide finally took up his duty and begain to train and raise me to be a warrior. Now I was truly loyal to my father, and someday my sister who was to take up the role of Alphess would have me loyally at her side as well. I wondered though if being a warrior was truly where I belonged. I had thought it was. I was proving to be large and burly even in my young age I was larger than a handful of adults. I stood now at 30 inches and was still growing, I haven’t even hit my third year though it was nearing. Winter was proving to be a difficult time for me again with the absence of birds I grew lonely and with my soul now divided that didn’t help.

I had thought about traveling to Diveen to see her, but the more I thought about it the more foolish it seemed. I tried to stop myself from being so attached, it was a bad thing to be and after what my father had done to my mother I didn’t want to do it to Iophiel. I thought about the hunt and how happy I had been to be a part of it, the male Camelot who I had quickly grown respect for. I was cirous and wanted to know more about him. I hadn’t seen him around before the hunt and I was honestly a little eager to get to know the older male a bit better.

I walk through the lands in search of his scent hoping he didn’t mind unexpected company. I think it was my own loneliness that made me decide to see him now rather than later. I could smell him in the area, though the scent was a little faint. My bright mahogany and golden fur standing out in the warm of the winter mountain sun while my forest green gaze looked for the tan and brown form of the smaller male. I didn’t see him but I knew he was close. ”Camelot?” My singsong voice calls out around me, wondering if he was indeed in the area to hear me.

~ Sings To Iophiel’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~