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Posted on January 20, 2014 at 10:00:31 AM by Solaris
 I think that perhaps the smile I gave was given to be a rueful one at her mention of the word ‘demon’. It is a weak phrase and a harmful one, though it is not given to be her fault that she knows such a name. It is a common term, as common as the word ‘Angel’ and yet if I am successful in what I seek to do them in time it will be a thing of the past. Perhaps……Banshee is not as the others, perhaps she will prove herself to be of a kind willing to listen, perhaps she too may be Chosen as Eden was, the only other to truly understand what must be done. They will not listen, no one will listen, so much to do and so little time. I paused in that moment as we wandered, young as I was I was near bigger then she and yet it is as I have already said- I do not truly believe that my size will be given to aid me in what I seek and yet….I would lie to all were I givne to believe that there will come I time when I will need every bit of the size I am to behold to do what needs be done. I allows the violet and blue of my gaze to rest upon the girl as I tried my very best to smile still, though indeed my features did not hold this look in their entirety as I angled my youthful head towards her. Perhaps she would not listen, perhaps she would simply turn from me. I am a child and to what of the world do I truly know? This is what adults believe and this is their folly. “The wolves of the pack, Iromar are what is called ‘demons’ yet the word is not correct, a Demon is a wolf whom feeds upon the flesh of other wolves, one without a soul and there is but one true demon within all Moladion and no pack will take him. He…..he has been here, I have seen him, if not for Coza and Alias….the wolf whom was attacked would have died yet the Demon….he took the males leg, he ripped it from his body I have never seen…” I paused, my head given to turn slightly away at the distaste that was given to touch my lips at the mere memory, silencing my own words for surely she did not wish her own dreams to be tainted by the image of seen, the day Tobias tore the leg of whole from his body while he still lived. Strength and power such as that is…unseen. That is Demon and no wolf of Iromar is such a thing, no matter what they pretend. “The wolves if Iromar call themselves ‘demons’ though it is no more true then the wolves of Diveen whom go by the title of Angel. It is a name and no else. On the war I cannot speak, I was newborn and yet I know well that Iromar…..should not have done what it did, never should they have declared a war for such pettiness and yet it is by this nature they are defined, just as Angels are known for pride. The wolves of Iromar are misguided in their beliefs, they are wrong and in many ways- so is Diveen yet they are more peaceable, I think. Yet I believe not all of Iromar are cruel as not all of Diveen are benevolent. All bees may sting, yet not all will ever do so. The faults of one cannot be used to judge the many. Pack is pack and yet each within them is different. I find distaste in the names Angel or Demon for they are incorrect. Surely not all of Iromar are bad and of Diveen….it is beautiful and many within it are truly wonderful wolves. I’m sorry I have rambled.” I looked away once more, paws shuffling against the earth. I cannot speak for all of Iromar and I know many within it had brought only pain to others, have sought only to terrify and steal and yet this does not make them Demons. I have seen a true Demon and no wolf of Iromar is such a thing by any means. I have never met a true angel although it is said one once walked amongst Diveen, Saintly, he was named- my uncle and it is said he was unlike any other. If this is a true Angel then thre are many within it whom do not meet such a standard. Angel…Demon….these are incorrect and should not be used, they are wrong. Not all are demonic, not all are angelic. Wolf is wolf. If there was ever an enemy within Moladion, ever a wolf to be blamed for death and pain and theft and heartache…….there is but one and yet no one will dare turn against him, no one will dare take him on or defy him. He is so very powerful and they are all to blind to see it. He sits and grins and they do not see while he watches the anarchy move about him. He is not strong and yet…he is the strongest by far. “I find it very fulfilling, I was born a Prince to my pack but I desire to earn my own rank, not be given a title through simply being lucky in birth, so I chose Taviora….I like it here, it is…peaceful. I’d like to be Peacekeeper one day, I think I would be good at it. Hello Coza.” I grinned towards Banshee once more before allowing my gaze to drift to Coza, head dipping in greeting as I allowed myself to fall silent once more, for surely I have already said to much and I am grateful to allow Banshee and Coza to speak now. I have said my part, surely Banshee does not wish to speak of it any longer though indeed should she want to I would be willing to speak once more…perhaps…..I can make her see…. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen/Runner of Taviora |
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