<font color=black size=1 face=arial>it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth.</font>

how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders

"A dolor puella."

A smart girl, for indeed she is a rare find. I nod approvingly, eyeing her with a keen intrigue as she speaks of this breeding of weakness, of generations and of it all. A smart girl, and indeed she has fast become one of my own though she does not know such a thing, just as Boleyn does not know. Regardless, I intend to remember her well and truly for there is no question as to whether or not we shall meet again commencing this encounter. It is important that I keep track of those I deem worthy, after all. When I become great, I shall wish to share my greatness with those like myself. It is only logical. For now, she does not need to know.

"If one cannot survive, then their strength - regardless of form - is obsolete."

I shrug my comment off, knowing full well that it must surely be an unquestionable truth. Even one strong of mind could not be considered strong if they could not live; even one so strong of body, like my own brother, could not be considered strong if they could not survive. It is what I strive to be - strong of body and mind, an unstoppable force. At least, I figure, this Mistletoe is strong within the confines of her mind and her being before me, well fed, is proof enough that she is no weakling. I nod to myself as I inspect her. She is worthy. She is good. She'll be remembered.

From behind me, I hear her claws scrape and scramble on the surface of the rock but I do not turn to face her. Perhaps she has failed somewhat but she still returns to my side soon enough. I only meet her eyes with a silent nod, welcoming her back before I cast my gaze out to the landscape once again. There is much out there that I do not speak of for I see little reason to do so. Why speak of packs such as Glorall or Diveen? I care not for one, my home, and I know nothing of the other save that it smells of fish and salt. When I speak of Iromar, I see her face twist, and I cannot help but smile darkly - I wonder what it is she thinks of the idea. I wonder if she screws her nose at the words swamp. Once, I had been there, and whereas the children had been of great curiosity to me, none of them had sought Solaris or myself. It made them lesser. They fell into line like the rest of them - I almost sigh, but I refrain, merely shifting on my paws with nervous energy.

Only when she speaks again do I turn to entirely face her, narrowing my eyes as I watch her own. She has called my bluff once more, knowing full well that it is not my home. How... bothersome to think that I did not hide such a thing so well. It will need to be worked on, but for now, I shall work on... her. Again, I smile, though it is more radiant then before - warmer, kinder, though never quite all there.

"Vides in veritate. You see the truth. It is not my home. My own home is not right for you. It is not right for I, either."

How odd to see that she leaves then, bounding from the stone as if I have pushed her away my very self. I watch levelly, not so phased by her actions but rather by her words. Would I show her around still? Had I given indication that I would not? Perhaps she does not see so much, perhaps she does not see as much as I had thought. It is a good thing, though, that she is not entirely in my head. For a moment, I wait, glancing back over the landscape before me before I follow suite, sliding down the rock before leaping to the ground with a thud.

"My home is weak. Ruled by fools who value blood above all else. Soon, I shall be free of such a place and it will mean little."

I pause, my ear flicking as I inspect our surroundings in search of any tell tale sign of being watched. Mother had always taught me to be weary, particularly when I spoke ill of those that deserved to be spoken ill of - still, I cannot care if another heard me speak of the Angels. They are no family to me. Perhaps their blood has blemished my own but I reject it. I am my mother's blood and nothing more than that, nothing less either. I snort in agitation, the mere thought of how wretched so many in Diveen are - each of them acts better than the other, crawling over one another to earn favor of a family who means nothing in the end. Perhaps she will see that disdain and believe what I say is true - soon, Taviora will be my home, I am sure.

I flick my ear towards her when she speaks of the pack, a brow raising curiously. Her behavior had confused me before but now, she is curious - I wonder what Solaris will think of her. Surely he will see what I see, and he will wish to know her as I do. Still... she will be mine.

"Say the words and we shall go. Even if we do not stay, to meet him will be a good thing."

I flash her a smile, mischievous and yet perhaps there is an inkling of excitement. I even wave my tail stiffly, just the once, just to let her know. Until then, I am more than content to show her where to hunt, where to sleep and how to keep surviving better than the others. If she does not wish for me to lead her to Taviora now, then we shall move towards the Crags. There is much to learn at either location.

and pose like angels on the outside
when all i am is a monster

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