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Posted on January 6, 2014 at 01:18:10 PM by Heyel
 HE’S your Guardian Angel? The patchy fellow who once brought me a turkey? Please Moth, be serious, we all know who your real guardian is. I hardly spent the better part of the ten plus years we have known each other chasing off the males whom dared to disrespect you because I felt like it. That’s almost insulting- really. I snorted as I strode over the line and into Taviora, breaking into a steady lope, pleased to see the end of winter and the return of the warmth. My bones ache less when the air is warm and while once I loved the winter, revelled in, took every joy from all the season brought I found myself…..hating it now. I hate the wet and the cold, my bones and limbs ache in the mornings and while moving about always sets me right, I suppose, winter simply reminds me that I am…well….old. The oldest. I pushed that thought away, taking no joy in truly. I should never have lived this long and honestly I have come to the belief that this may very well be some joke of fate, continuing to allow me to live as if to further spite all those whose lives I have taken or destroyed. Fate and I always did get on rather well after all. I allowed a passing smirk to cross my lips, the gesture hardly seen between the dove I had brought. I may be nearly twenty but I can still catch a damn bird…..after a few tries and truly for as long as I have lived and led a pack I have always brought a gift for the mothers whom bore pups to the land I lead. A gesture of gratitude I suppose although truly this was not entirely what this particularly gift was for. Moth, after all, had apparently decided to abandon me. I’ve known this female almost all my life, she has been at my side for more years then I can count, there is nothing we have not seen and she, too, survived the night of the sky fall. She remembers what so many do not, she knows what so many cannot and I suppose so small (very small) part of myself is….hurt that she has left. I suppose I cannot find myself unhappy for the girl, that she has, at last, found the holder of her soul. I remmebr Daft Punk, I remember Acheron and the children she bore. I was there, for almost every birth, watching for indeed there are few with whom I remain so…close as I do to my Moth. She and Brooke are what remains of the beginning of Trenus. Moth walked the red sands beside me, fought beside me, healed me, hunted with me……for more years then even Zeivah. She saw my children born, she saw my pack –our pack, raise to heights none ever believed and she saw the sky fall take it away. She is, perhaps, along with Brooke, my last true connection to what once was. My children were born to Trneus of course and yet…..even they do not remember as Moth does. Perhaps I am old and nostalgic, yet she is my oldest, oldest friend and it would seem I am unwilling to let her go so entirely. I am happy for her, truly I am- yet I am entirely content to pretend otherwise, despite the fact Moth is sure to see through it regardless. The violet of my gaze fell upon her as it had so many times before as I slowed to a walk. I am slower perhaps, though I am still as tall and snowy white as I ever was, that pelt hiding so very many scars. I managed something of a grin, annoyed with her and yet…not all the same. She got what it was she desired, even if it is with a patch-pelted turkey lover who speaks very poorly at the best of times…..and seems to have dragged her into some sort of overzealous garden pack. What’s with all the trees? An army could hide in here and they would never see it coming. I snorted once more, attempting to prevent myself touching anything…unsanitary. How the hell do I know where that moss has been? I stepped from within the trees, moving to what limited open space I could find as I finally reached the girl, placing the dove at my paws as I sat, reaching to touch my aged muzzle to her own, offering a simple greeting. “Moth.” I met her gaze in that moment, briefly, letting her see for that single instant in time what it was I truly felt, letting her see how…..pleased I was she had what she had, that she had found an imprnt and children and that no matter what it was I said, she knew the truth. I was happy for her. I just have no desire to express it, that genuine, gentle, beautiful small washed readily from my features as I regarded her critically now. “So tell me, why is it you decided to abandon a perfectly good pack to come and live within this out of control weed patch, hmmm? Where is this Coza-whatever, I know I have met him and yet my memories on that are limited, thusly he can hardly have been impressive.” A teasing look touched my lips momentarily before I frowned once more. “I brought you a gift, fortunate really, can birds actually find their way to you beneath all these trees? As for the earth itself….I can feel the dirt preparing an assault against my perfection.” Some things, it would seem…do not change. The Assassin King |
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- && if only i had wings - By Moth January 7, 2014 at 02:21:53 AM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel January 12, 2014 at 04:40:49 AM
~:.Earth and Sky.:~ - By Zeltzin January 15, 2014 at 09:36:18 PM
Evaluations - By Moth & Dexter February 9, 2014 at 10:46:32 PM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel February 18, 2014 at 11:10:36 PM
~:.Earth and Sky.:~ - By Zeltzin February 22, 2014 at 01:05:40 PM
Mischief Unmanaged - By Moth & Dexter February 23, 2014 at 09:54:36 PM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel March 1, 2014 at 05:27:55 AM
~:.Earth and Sky.:~ - By Zeltzin March 10, 2014 at 01:22:14 AM
Mischief Unmanaged - By Moth & Dexter March 11, 2014 at 01:01:03 AM
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