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Posted on February 7, 2014 at 05:44:01 AM by Solaris
 It is not like Eden to bring another with him. I trust his judgement, for I have Chosen him but of the girl he brings I cannot say. Eden is welcome forever and always to share what is mine, he is allied to this pack through his birth to Diveen yet of the female I know little- if nothing. Eden would not speak to her nor walk with her without reason and of this reason I am curious as it is my companion drops his head in greeting, his words met with simple nod. Perhaps I had expected him sooner, perhaps I had not, I had simply known he would come, one day and if he did not- I would go to him. He alone has understood something of my cause, he alone has travelled beside me from pack to pack, the time to visit once more growing and I hope still that he will travel again alongside me. He is not as the others, not as his siblings- he is free of this…taint that rests upon so many. I cannot do it alone. I need others, many others and yet they grow harder to find. If it is that Eden has brought this girl for a reason then I am given to believe he has cause. Eden does nothing without reason. Just as myself. I turned in that moment to the female, the move of but a muscle upon Eden’s features readily seen and passed within that moment. It is perhaps here that we differ and yet- balance each other. I am forward, it is within my blood to be as such, within my nature to hold an open curiosity much as it is with Eden though it would seem he is more dormant perhaps, his curiosity guarded like his name- so be it. The white and grey male moves to step forward in that moment, the touch of his gaze given to meet my own with an assurance, a certainty- a purpose that is simply understood between us, the snow and russet of my head given to incline once more in a subtle nod at his words, spoken in the tongue of our bloodline, of our pack and our home- taught to those deemed worthy at birth. “Volo.” (I will.) The answer is offered in this same tongue, the smooth ease of such words rolling so effortlessly from myself though indeed a part of me wishes it was not so. For now though, I will not deny the use of conversation kept…private, from a female I do not yet know or hold trust to. I have left Diveen, for I had to do as such, yet this has taught me also that the nature of others, of loners it…unique and I will not offer any trust so willingly. It is Eden’s presence however that ensures I do not summon Coza in these moments, what is to be said is for us alone, for the ears of the young. Yet it would seem she desires it to fill my ear with her words, each syllable tangling into the next as she speaks, taking it upon herself to answer and yet- not, the few questions I had asked. Her words a clever and indeed it allows the barest hint of a passing smile to linger delicately upon my lips before it is I allow my gaze to meet Eden’s once more, words softly spoken and yet lathered within truth. Haec facit ut, nisi tantum quod dicit parum. (She speaks much- but says little.) It is a statement and no more, offered to Eden and no other and yet there is no criticism of such a thing within my voice, it is merely an observation, powerful shoulders shrugging in much the same manner as earlier offered by the white and peppered boy. The violet blue opalescence of my gaze turns now back to this Mistletoe. She is not so very large, not so very brightly coloured as myself yet I find contentment in the earthy tones of her pelt, in the natural sheen and simply normalcy of it. If only her mind might be given to be the same and truthfully I found myself almost desperate to believe it so. “I did not ask for your name, though it is pleasing to know, as for his- it is his own to give.” The words were polite, gently spoken, answering the question she asked in turn. Had she answered my own question? Perhaps, yet I had not asked for her calling, just as Eden would not be forced to give his own. She had given far more then was needed and yet offered little by way of actual answer. Eden has asked her to come, she had, for she held interest in the land yet this is not truly what I had asked. I desired to know why. For now though, it matters little, she has spoken and that is enough, she is intelligent, of this I am sure and yet perhaps this may well be her undoing as so many before her. The mind is a difficult thing- so often it lies, so often it second guesses and so often it is manipulated…wrongly just as he has done to so many. I offered a smile once more for indeed I have always been even of disposition, ready to befriend and until I am assured I am content to hold some faith in the girl before me. “I do. Please, Mistletoe, I must ask you to look at me, to look at the white of my pelt, the colours of my eyes and the russet of my marks. Do you know what I am?” What. Not who. For these are vastly different things to my mind and it is the ‘what’ I seek in this moment. If she knew little, or nothing, perhaps she would be one I have looked so long for, one entirely untouched by this taint of mind that seems to so afflict this place. Perhaps she is not the rare treasure that is Eden, a single one amongst a mass willing to stand aside, yet perhaps she is someone still who can help me achieve what must be done. We will see. 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 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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