= I Dropped My Halo =

I might be old, but I am hardly deaf, I can still hear and indeed of late I have been told of white touched male with an Angel Mark wandering the riverside, or so my sources tell me. Some part of me was half inclined to believe it was Ferox, the last time I saw my sword-tipped son he had been only a year old, determined to craft his own path and indeed I was sure he was successful�wherever he may be. It had taken only moments however, to realise that the scent was of another of my sons, one not no absent and yet that he had chosen to live outside Diveen, to live away from myself where it is I cannot�watch over him, displeases me. Ashido. It was with something of a sigh upon my lips that the first drops of rain fell, the sky water falling with thunderous delight only some moments later, soaking me to the core and running my grooming work for the day. It was if the gods themselves laughed at me, or indeed, simply found humour in forcing me to track my wayward son through what is evidently a flood, the rivers banks breaking open to send the water flowing across much of the land. I hardly fear for my boy, quiet though he has always been, I know him to be intelligent and careful, he would not have built his den in path of the water I am sure and yet�why he built a den her at all I cannot say. He has a home and place within Diveen and I am hardly content with him living out her like some sort of commoner.

My long, hard limbs paused at the river itself, violet gaze peering through the hammering rain, searching for, well, anything really. A log, a bridge, a dry path? You�d think by now I would have developed the ability to summon one magically�evidently not. Clearly my patience is to be tested to the limit this day, my information indicating that Ash had built his den somewhere near the centre, on higher ground and yet the centre had been turned into an island of sorts, separating me from it by a thick and heavy water flow. I so do detest getting wet and yet the place before me is the slowest moving. Ten years ago I would have very near leapt the entire river in a single bound, else stormed into the area of fastest flow and simply swam across and yet, as they say, the spirit is willing, but the body is simply unable. I refuse to admit it, I chose to ignore it and yet, with each passing day I grow only more and more aware of my age. Perhaps I still look the same, fur as white as ever, tall and lean and hard and yet�.I am not so fast anymore, I do not hear so well and for a distance my eyes do not always see as they once did. My senses are still sharp, it is simply the little things I notice, the small things that speak of a time slowly coming to an end and yet that alone I refuse to accept. Not yet. I moved to wade into the water, already bemoaning the muddied liquid against my pelt as I wandered until it became to deep, forcing myself to swim, powerful limbs still working as they had once did, propelling my form onto the opposite bank as I panted, shaking myself clean.

Well that was a damn ordeal. Shaking myself a second time and just for good measure I wandered once more, attempting to scent through the rain, catching only a faint odour every now and then on the occasional dry patch of earth, protected by the trees above, pausing beside a hole of sorts that had been only recently dug, filling now with rain. He was close, that much I was assured. It took several more moments to finally find his den, his scent powerful now, the warmth within a decidedly pleasant thing as I paused outside and the rain truly began to ease and cease, though for how long I hardly knew, violet eyes peering within the depths.

�Son?�

I waited long enough to assure he was awake and aware, my scent (magnified by the fact I am soaking and furious about it) surely clear to him now as I seated myself, fur clumped and so unattractive it is lucky I cannot see my own reflection. It�s like I can feel the ugly.

�Son, why are you living at this�.let�s call it residence shall we?�

It sounded at least a little better then �hole of dirt� now didn�t it?

the living legend
The Assassin King

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