• A Perfect Circle •

From dehumanization to arms production, for the benefit of the nation or its destruction. Power, power, the law of the land, those living for death will die by their own hand. Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, reject the system dictating the norms. From dehumanization to arms production, to hasten the nation towards its destruction. Power, power, the law of the land, those living for death will die by their own hand. Life's no ordeal if you come to terms, reject the system dictating the norms. It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, peace or annihilation?

My moonlight form moves easily from the borders of my home, Diveen suddenly becoming rather boring for me on this day. My Atania has been missing for a week now, and worry grips my permanently aching heart for the third time in my life. Adonis is doing well, or so I have seen from him, though I worry constantly over the state of his mental well-being without his sister near him. He seems to act almost as Devil did when I went away from Moladion, something that is odd to both of us. Atania is hardly seen without her brother, though I wonder what made her want to wander off like she did. This is what prompted me to leave my home. I have not seen nor scented my youngest daughter in Diveen for days, and so some maternal instinct has driven me out of Diveen to find her. Broad Amazonian paws move one after the other as I search through Moladion, my nose to the ground hoping to catch some snippet of her scent, yellow eyes roving to both keep an eye on my path and looking for any signs of recent passing of Atania. Most mothers would probably call out for their young ones, I choose to hunt mine down like prey. I am an assassin, though I may be retired...kind of. Hunting others is what I have done all of my life, so why can I not find my daughter? Does she not want to be found?

Something makes me look up from my current path, paws ceasing their movement as I spot the place where Devil took me for our first true "date." I smile, my eyes softening as I gaze at the rose bush he showed me, noticing the two new blooms on it that were also encased in ice. It is a wonder that the blooms survived through Fall, but there they are. I pause for a moment, simply savoring the memory of that day, feeling old emotions rising like a red tide. My soul has not been my own for some time now, and my heart was taken in the instant that I met my imprint. He took it like a thief in the night and refused to give it back to me, though I asked for it several times. In this reverie, I recall the fights, the heated arguments, the yelling matches. I remember the envy that Kiska could have him in a way I could not, and how I acted like a spoiled pup being told no for the first time in my life. I can recount the many times I wished I could hurt Devil the way he hurt me, how I wished I could simply kill the black giantess who stole my soul from me. Now, I wished I hadn't run. I wished I hadn't abandoned my imprint when he needed me most, when his heart was callously shattered by the very wolf I had been so jealous of. I realize now that I am as guilty as he is for the attack of Ruvindra and Vidar, my absence had sent him over the edge, my fading scent had driven him to madness. Kiska's simultaneous disappearance had also attributed, though not nearly as much I think. But, I returned, as I could not bear to stay away from him. Titan tried his hardest to make me happy, to keep me in good spirits. In the end it was also Titan who urged me to return.

Something within the water catches my yellow gaze, and I find myself staring at pale streaks of red in the currents of the river. My gaze follows the trail in the water, looking up-river on the shore to find a source. I only see a black shape moving out of the water and my heart leaps into my throat momentarily, thinking that the wolf was one I had only encountered once. I know my nephew still haunts Moladion, Tobias is the one of the only living sons Jaidah ever produced, he is also the most deadly. Only when I catch the dim tones of her voice does my heart cease its excited beating, and returns to a much more normal pace. Surprise flits through my eyes as I also catch the sound of a familiar egotistical male. I roll my eyes as I move closer, a smirk forming upon my lips as I move toward them, hoping to avoid getting wet by the water in winter, though seeing no other way across the river. i grouch a little about how I have to walk through the water to get to the other side, though I make damn sure I find me a shallow spot to wade across. It's freezing on my legs, and almost instantly I begin to feel the sting of cold on my skin. I move up to them in time to hear Heyel ask the stranger about Tobias, wondering just what he wished to find the male for, and curiosity flits through my gaze as I lightly brush my mildly sodden shoulder against his. "Greetings, Heyel. What makes you want to find that wretched beast? And who, may I ask, is your associate?" I don't really speak to the female, my presence here not really having to do with her, but her white companion. It may seem rude, but until she introduces herself or becomes suddenly useful in the hunting down of my nephew, I really don't see a point in asking her anything.

It seems to be a better distraction than memories, to be in conversation with the wolf who had once captured my attention. He still does, but how could he not? He is an excellent example of male, a superior specimen born from a familial tree with roots deeper than the mountain's. He is handsome, and still well-built despite the age he is approaching. I must admit, some part of me will always wonder what could have been between us, but both of us have lost the opportunity. I smirk at my musings, though I find my yellow gaze ripping from the angelic form of Heyel and to his less appealing company, wondering if she would be truly useful.

Thanks to Catarina @ Caution for this lovely code. 8D