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Posted on February 2, 2014 at 10:33:21 PM by Solaris
 It is the call of my companion, my Chosen One, that sees me depart the company of my Alpha, Banshee and my Grandmother, though the blackened wolfess whom had stood over me as a small-pup wears a different name within the shadows of trees and the mists of the forest of Taviora. I cannot say why this is and though my mind wonders for the reason I know well it is not my secret to tell nor give and as such I shall allow it to pass in these moments. The lope I have undertaken is given to slow as the trees grow thicker, the snow white of my pelt tainted grey within the shade, the flaring red that marks me for that which I am, that marks the blood of which I am born and destined, perhaps, to rule should my Brother refuse, is given to loose the glow it bares within the heat and flare of the sun for which I am named. Perhaps there is irony in such a thing, that I, born to be so much more, created upon the belief of perfection, named for the light in which I glow and gleam….am given to pale and dull within even the faintest touch of darkness. Yet even within the shadows I cannot hide, not truly, white was not created, it would seem- to be so totally consumed. The trees grow thinner once more, giving way to grass and rocky outcrop and it is upon the line of trees I am given to pause, allowing the violet and blue opalescence of my red ringed eyes to gaze upon the white and flecked grey of my chosen companion. His timing is apt perhaps- for it is that I am drawn to yet another land and I should choose no other then he to accompany me. His silence is his mark, yet it betrays none of his intelligence, none of his ability to see what blinds the others. He among them is…different and it is this difference within him that so provides myself with hope for what I must do. He has grown taller still, finer, sleeker and though I know not what blood wanders his veins, I am assured he carries…..blood like my own, in some fashion, though never will I know, at least, not for some years that it is upon my Uncle I look. I allow my head to turn in these moments, gaze resting upon the one whom stands beside him and in this I take surprise, Eden does not often accompany others, nor let them accompany him and I find myself curious as to whom of what this female is to him. He does nothing without a reason, just as myself, all things have purpose and I find myself wondering as to this. I moved to step forward now, assured he has already been given to see me. Eden is observant, another reason why it is I have chosen to take him with me and though I have not yet revealed, even to he, what it is I must do, what surely he will help me do- I know…in some manner to which I find I have to word to describe…that he will not fail. My strides have grown longer, my height becoming near towering though indeed the large size to my paws shows I am far from done when it comes to growing, so much of my frame holding the size and height and thickness of my sire and grandparents. From my Mother I have taken colour alone, markings and the supposed beauty of all whom bare my blood. Though whether blessing or curse I cannot say. The dappled sun that baths the earth beneath the trees is given momentarily to alight the white and russet of my pelt once more as it is I come to stand silently before the pair, silent in this moment, meeting Eden’s gaze before briefly allowing my head to nod in a gesture of equality, of shared stature and respect for the one who stands before me. Prhaps it was I whom was born Prince of Diveen, yet there is greatness in Eden too. Young though we are, no more then two years of age, there is much we have done already- yet so much more to be achieved. “You have come. I have wanted to show you my home.” I allow my lips to lift in a passing smile before I turned towards the girl, the one Eden has brought, head tilting slightly in a surprised confusion. I do not offer Eden’s name, do not speak it, for I know well this is a secret he keeps and one I will not willingly share. My own name however, is not so closely guarded. It was proclaimed the day I was born, many are given to know it and I care not if it graces the lips of another. “I am Solaris. Please, why have you come with him? Why are you here?” Perhaps he had tested her, perhaps she was worthy of joining us. I cannot say. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen/Runner of Taviora |
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- it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 4, 2014 at 01:42:57 PM
Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe February 5, 2014 at 06:13:59 PM
{ The Rising Son } - By Solaris February 7, 2014 at 05:44:01 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 11, 2014 at 01:52:26 PM
Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe February 11, 2014 at 03:48:09 PM
{ The Rising Son } - By Solaris February 15, 2014 at 07:33:07 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 21, 2014 at 07:18:25 AM
Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe February 21, 2014 at 09:42:13 PM
{ The Rising Son } - By Solaris February 25, 2014 at 02:25:15 AM
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