Summer has arrived. The world has been well at peace, and others seem to be trying to take advantage. They believe we are lazy and complacent. We are no such thing. Remain vigilante, friends and family.
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= I Dropped My Halo = IP: 124.171.48.171 Posted on January 9, 2014 at 08:08:02 AM by Heyel
It is Anslem that comes first, sliding from within his Mother’s den to step into the light as I rest before him, my eyes widening slightly at the sheer size of the boy before the violet of my gaze is given to narrow decidedly. He looks more and more alike me each day, the boy very nearly a twin to myself save for the taint of Ava in his eyes and yet, to stand us side by side would be to see a truth I have long since kept hidden. Blood often throws back to older generations and yet I am assured that not even the most foolish in Diveen would believe such a thing possible as this. The boy is my mirror, my image, save for that he is younger and in time will be stronger. He ages as I do and yet with each passing moment he seeks only to grow in strength as my own is given to waver with the touch of age. I paused momentarily, turning from him, allowing my eyes to sweep the area and assure we are alone. I cannot risk another sighting us in this moment, especially now, with the boy as he is- so like myself. This is truly my son, if ever there was one and yet never would I have believed it would be from Ava he was to be born. This truly I am assured should have been my heir, there is none my perfect and yet such is fate that such a title will forever be held by Azrael. There is a strangeness in this boy though, one that I am loath to see as I do little more then met his gaze in stoic silence. Perhaps there is greatness in his blood, for surely only a boy destined to surpass myself can be born in my image, as I was of my own father, Lizakiel- yet it cannot be denied to those with knowledge that Ava is not my own as she should be, Ava is born of inferior blood, of blood well known to carry insanity and darkened intentions. The blood that bore Ava is the very same that runs within the veins of Tobias, of Jaidah and of Apollymi before them. It is a wicked and foul poison and yet great still, that cannot be denied. There was greatness in Jaidah, yet it was not the sort to be prideful of and perhaps it is that this blood combined- as it is within Anslem, Eden and Ayal…..is too potent.
Ava was right that day she sort their conception. There never will be another to possess this blood, there never will be another to surpass these three, the only other who may claim as such is Elijah and yet his blood is far more disgraced. These three, this boy before me- are my own, the most pure and yet until they day of my death it is that they shall never know it as such, yet perhaps it is that I am assured the one before me, most of all, may already know the truth. A smile simper traced the lines of my once-handsome features at the thought. Perhaps Anselm believes he knows and yet until the day in which it is confirmed he will never be assured and this question is…pleasing to myself. Let him struggle, let his mind turn over it. It will make him all the more great in the end. For the greatest minds are those that question everything.
“Mater tua maxima infirmitas sanguinis cupiditate. Parvulus in oculis habens, etiam minor te, nepotem eius, cum indicassem. Tu, ad. Et vis est haec inbecillitas est prae omnibus. Sanguinis et in sanguine fertur in aliud mortuos. Potentissimum necesse est mors et telum, si uti cetera facienda est ab eo, et factus est Tobias.”
(Your Mother's greatest weakness is her blood lust. She held it in her eyes as a child, younger then even you, my grandson, when I told her of it. You hold it to. It is a weakness and yet it is a strength unlike any other. It is carried in my bloodline and in the bloodline of another long dead. It is a need for death and a weapon most powerful if you can be taught to use it- else you become as Tobias and are controlled by it.)
The words are left at that, a lesson and yet a warning in itself. Eden is the next to come, the boy of snow and ash, holding neither myself nor Ava truly within himself and yet maintain a perfect balance between the two. He is strange to, not as other children his age, for indeed I have raised many and am assured that he acts otherwise. He moves to come forward, halting, my eyes meeting his own and for a moment I am given to take pride in this healthy, perfect child as he stands, his single word given to cause my head to tilt and the depth of my gaze to narrow once more. Hmmm, he is either a clever boy- or a smart ass- I find both appealing.
“I remember our meeting, I remember your words and those of your brother and sister and I remember holding Anselm to the earth to teach him a lesson he needed to learn. I remember many things, whether I chose to or not, just as I do not speak of all I remember. It depends how I feel.”
My lip quirked upward into a smirk as I regarded the boy once more, the ashen male growing quite it would seem, before he chose to speak once more, voicing an answer of sorts to his own question, the faintest touch of a grin gracing my features as I nodded, pleased to see that, if not Anselm, someone had been listening to my words that day. My Eden. Perhaps it is he whom will rise as greater and truly it is he for whom I hold a question, though I do not speak of it yet, the grin that touches my features somewhat alike the darkened thing of his own.
“Etiam. Ne tibi, aut exigere, ut alius mihi fortior et velociores mortem subire tuum est. Qui autem erant robustissimi, ut vivatis. Quia tamen non diu vixi vici mea, ius tamen emerui animam meam. Quod si forte, ut te dignum experiatur. Quibus plurimi sanguinis est sapere, cum tibi in peccatum. Abavus tuus sum, sanguinem meum, in via. Tu enim coepisti loqui et iudicare recte Culpa si sanguis sanguinem.”
(Yes. When you, or another are faster and stronger then myself you may demand death, it is your right to take it. The strong survive. I have lived this long because none yet have defeated me, none yet have earned the right to take my life. Perhaps when you are worthy of it- you may try. Yet many will tell you that to taste ones own blood is sin. I am your great-grandfather, your blood is my own, in a way. You must decide if the blood of blood is sin- or right.)
I hardly believed either one of those whom sat before me would be my death, despite Anselm’s promise to be there, perhaps he would be, yet if I have my way my death will not come at the jaws of blood of my own, just as it was I said. If Eden had any notion so ridiculous as to destroy me, then let it be decided in his mind whether it is he will be labelled as Kin Slayer or as a wolf whom sees the death of one such as myself as his right. So muddied are the rules of nature. Yet I fear neither her no Anselm. Fear is a waste of my time. His final question brings a scowl to my features as he asks after why it is I am called great. Hmm. An intriguing question indeed and yet I see no need to lie to the boy.
“I am called Great because there never has been one such as myself. Because I slayed the Queen of Judila, I united every pack to myself, I defeated the Trenus Queen by ripping open her chest and taking her pack for myself. Never has another commanded a pack the size of mine, never has another fathered so many and borne a bloodlines so powerful and never has another outsmarted so many to get what he wants. I am called great for both the deeds I did and nightmares I brought. I slaughtered, maimed and tricked my way to stand as king of this land and all packs beneath it. I ruled unchallenged and undefeated, I am the Assassin Master and there a very few whom would not bow to me. I am great- because others call me as such. I am great because there is none whom have left the mark on this land as I have. I am great because I had the ambition to do what no one else has ever dared. Satisfied?”
Another smirk lashed across my features readily, eyes flicking from him to his brother and back. I care not what they think of the words, they are not but the truth after all. Yet I believe I have a question for Eden to, perhaps Anselm, I care not whom answers it.
“Quid est hoc, quod cum ambulaveris in Solaris voluptatis? Quid est tibi? Negare non audeo, vidi te.”
(Why is it, Eden- that you walk with Solaris? What is he to you? I have seen you so do not dare deny it.)
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.
