{ The Rising Son } (Eden)

I have never been to the riverside before. Perhaps that is fitting. To be somewhere I never have, to discuss things I never have, to become what I never have been before and yet once it is I am given to decide on that which I will do I know most well I never can return to being what I was. Diveen will not call me it�s Prince any longer, of that I am sure and yet some part of me hopes still that Taviora and Coza will still hold place for me. What I seek to do must be done. I will never see the crown of Diveen, yet it was never mine to take, the crown I seek is another entirely and I am but a year or so from taking it for myself. Come the spring I will be three, my body nearly grown, my towering height will be assured, my powerful frame filled out for all to see and yet with or without the imposing form I cast I would seek still to do what I must. Yet never have I been of the belief I can do it alone. I need at least one other, it not many and yet for now I need only Eden. I have told him where to meet me this night and indeed I am assured he will come as the moon crests high and the earth chills, my white pelt aglow in a manner almost luminous beneath the moon and against the frosted landscape as I sit beside the running river.

Perhaps I am beautiful, as they say, a true son of the moon and yet marked with the rising light of the dawn. I was named for the light, for the Angel of sun fire and all things bright and yet the rise of the sun means more than just that. My grandfather, Heyel, once told me of this. The rising sun represents�.beginnings, new beginnings, change and perhaps it was these words alone that had given me a sense of purpose in this, the violet blue opulence of my gaze having watched the aged male walk away. It was one of the few conversations we ever held. Grandfather Heyel dislikes me, dislikes the words I have to saw and the �light� I shed upon his own beliefs and yet to say I disrespect him would be a lie entirely. In some fashion, perhaps, it is he I respect more than another other for it is he whom has convinced an entire land of his immortality. Truly it is I believe there are those whom live and breathe whom believe most assuredly that the Angel King is infallible, that he does not bleed. Words are powerful, so very powerful and there is not orator so gifted as Heyel- perhaps there never will be. To look upon my Grandfather is to look upon a wolf of intelligence and skill unlike any has ever seen and yet by this same toke he has fooled them all, even�himself, perhaps.

I shook such thoughts from my mind for now, waiting for my companion, my chosen one and yet to say I did not fear losing him would be a lie. When I say what must be said, when I tell to him what must happen on the eve of my fourth birthday�perhaps he will simply leave me alone to do this thing. He was always different, his mind�open where others were closed and yet perhaps what I desired would be too much for him, too much to ask. We will see, I suppose, what else can I do but�wait?

Solaris
41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Sango, Hope, Phaedra || Angel Prince of Diveen/Runner of Taviora

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