:: The o.r.i.g.i.n.a.l Sin ::

Today is not Elijah�s turn, today it is mine and I have no desire to linger within the depths of Diveen any longer. We have outgrown the land of our births, of that I am sure and yet still Elijah clings to his desire to be seen as one of them, to be named an assassin by a Grandfather whom holds no interest in us other then that of a curious object to be observed, waiting for the inevitable turn he feels is to come. Oh it will- but not until I desire it so. It is easier to hide in Elijah�s shadow, to wait, to watch and to feel before I make myself known. To hide is to be protected and kept safe from the fangs of older wolves and yet with each passing day we grow only taller, larger, heavier then any other in Diveen. We will be an assassin alright, a brilliant one and perhaps we shall start with the entire pack we call home. I snorted- bitter, annoyed, bored. Perhaps it has something to do with the coming winter and my age, we are not yet four and yet still some instinct in this remains, a curious desire of a kind to show some interest in the females that move about so unsuspecting of our presence.

The emerald of our gaze lingers upon the gathered group, searching amongst them, searching for anything�weak and easy and yet all whom rest here are of unfortunately reasonable health. For a moment my lips are given to part from my fangs, in a gesture of frustration at the lack of sickness amongst those whom gather here. I am�hungry and though I am still not so assured of what it is I desire, I can taste it upon the air, smell it lingering so very close and it only drives my desire for it further, seeing my white form press from the trees, blackened head searching from one wolf to the next as they linger in some pitiless fashion before me and the heckles along my spine are given to lift ever so lightly, displaying the red mowhawk I wear with such pride, an Angel Mark, they say- yet what Angel ever bore a black face and head? What Angel was ever forced to live on the outskirts of Diveen for fear her would consume his cousins? Maybe I will. Maybe.

I moved to circle the group, towering, hulking form so much larger then most hear as I simply circled wide. What were they doing? Why were they gathering? Perhaps that is something I will never understand. I�we�..we were born whole, Elijah and I. I am his soul as he is mine- we need no other. We are complete. Sickening, that is all this is. Hmm, perhaps if I wait long enough one may keel over from a broken heart and I may find something to feed upon. Elijah would be mortified, of that I am sure and yet I care little in this moment as the white and silvered fur of another meets the emerald of my gaze. I know her- or at least, she knows Elijah. I was there too, but nobody ever pays attention to me, his better half, his stronger half. Maybe today she will.

�Hey, you!�

I snapped the words towards her, adjusting my trajectory to move on long limbs towards ZigZag, assured she would remember me, or at least, she would surely remember Elijah- we looked the same after all and I had appeared briefly to attack her male companion for daring to cross onto my space and my border line. She was still a little away from the group, sneaking forward as I came to stand beside her, easily rivalling her for height and in time I would outweigh her, perhaps in a year or so. I allowed a smirk to touch my features, moving to circle her, cutting her off from the rest of the group, remaining oblivious to them as I say before her.

�Remember me? I�m Ego, well, I�m Elijah too, but he isn�t here right now and I don�t think we were properly introduced last time.�

i can feel your heart beat
3 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Alyx, Sier, Riven || No Mate || Never to Imprint || Diveen

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