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Posted on March 14, 2014 at 09:26:25 PM by Solaris
 “Perhaps you are both wrong.” I moved to step from within the shade and shadow of the trees of my home, eyes of violet blue opalescent, the mimic of my Uncle Azrael and Grandmother Zeivah resting upon each in turn as I allowed the faint hint of a smile to trace my lips in gentle recognition of both Malina and my Aunt Neveah. Perhaps Malina too should be looked upon as an Aunt of sorts, for I have seen the way in which Grandfather watches her. Perhaps I am her junior, perhaps we share no similar blood and yet no matter the intrinsic details of the relationship to myself or any other of Angel blood I am most assured that Malina…belongs, even if she does not wish to see it herself, even if Heyel will not speak the words. For all she belives….she is wrong. She is one of them, one of us perhaps although even I dislike to be spoken of in such terms. Neveah too, it would seem, feels upon the outskirts of her family though I am assured indeed that not all is true. It is a quirk within our nature perhaps, something bound within our blood that we are harshest to those we love the most. Perhaps others look upon Aunt Neveah with scorn for her half blood and yet I am assured each and every one would die for her, they would come to her call, for no matter the scorn they may feel for her it cannot be denied that of all the disdain and distaste within the Angel line- one need only call and all will come. It is honourable perhaps, if not confused and dirtied in its own way. We treat each other with such indignity and yet in the end- we are family and that alone is the spine of our breed. Heyel was right in this at least, his work assuring that no matter the tie, by blood or by role, son or daughter, grandson or assassin, we are bound and though indeed I am assured Malina and Neveah wish not to see it- they are the same, products of his teaching. It is within their voices and their movements and yet I do not think they see it, my lips given to lift slightly once more as I step from shadow entirely. My red rimmed gaze is given to rest on each once more, towering form seated in these moments. For though I carry the colour and markings of the purest of Angels, bearing so strongly the look of my Mother- it is my Father and Grandfathers size and power I have been given to carry in muscle and frame and height, taller then both, heavier then both and yet I am not made to assassinate though I am sure indeed that were either to see within my mind, were either to know of what was to come perhaps they would look upon my differently. I will untie them both soon and yet indeed neither shall look upon me with favour in the weeks that will follow y fourth birthday. For a year longer at least, perhaps they can be made to see. “Hello, Aunt Neveah, hello Malina.” I offered each a dip of my head in turn, the russet mark bleeding like a sunrise across my chest given to find a dull glow within the dabbled light as my snowy tail was given to wrap around my paws, ears held forward in these moments to look pliantly upon them both. I was interested in what they planned to do this day, unaware entirely of the blackened creature that only moments ago rested his eyes upon myself and turned away, so very oblivious that day to the knowledge that the colours of my pelt I had so scorned had surely been given to save lives once more as he turned his attention upon Vidar, though indeed it seemed we all remained unaware. Perhaps it is not my place to speak to an adult such as Malina, for I mean no disrespect and yet the things she says are incorrect, wrong and tainted with her own limited thought. It is not her fault, she can be nothing but what she is and I mean not to correct her, mean only to discuss perhaps, to offer my own thoughts. Perhaps in Diveen my rank as Prince had stood me above her, yet within Taviora I hold not such place, have not yet achieved such a high standing though I hope indeed for this in the future. Malina is Elder here and this I respect yet I think it perhaps ill of thought to speak as she does to my Aunt Neveah. She is a pretty thing, my Aunt, with a pelt so dark and eyes so green. Angels I think, are beautiful in any colour or shade. “Surely not all our family is this way, Malina? You know of them more then myself though I have seen goodness in them. Pride, I think, is a sinful thing, responsible for so much of our families actions and yet beneath such pride there is a bond so very deep, one you too are part of. Perhaps you do not see what my eyes do and that is alright. Your are a daughter to Heyel, in his eyes, though he will not speak it, which makes you Aunt to myself, you are part of this, part of us and that cannot be changed.” I smiled once more softly, though I hoped Malina was not mad to hear such things, it was only the truth, yet often the truth is hardest of all to understand. “To say we are all one thing is incorrect, I think. We are not all….assholes, I should like to think. Has my Mother ever spoken ill of you? Has Cousin Guardian or Ambrosia ever done wrong to you? We are all of one blood, but not all of one mind, we do not all think as Azrael or Heyel. I should not like to be thought of as an Angel though that cannot be changed, not yet. In time, perhaps, I will change the way we are seen, our family is wrong in many ways and yet right in others. I am pleased to see you, Aunt Neveah, perhaps you wear a dark coat, but you are my Aunt, forever and for always and I think I should always be pleased to see you.” We are not all as Malina and Neveah believe. I reached forward slightly to touch her muzzle to my own, pleased to be in her company. I do not defend my family so much as…explain them to my understanding. That Malina and Neveah should feel as they do is proof of the change that must happen. Yet change takes time, it is not instantaneous and it should be wrong of me to discount that which is good about my blood and see only the bad. “Please, will you tell me, what are you searching for, Malina, Neveah?” 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Sango, Hope, Phaedra, Calliel, Izrael || Tranquil of Taviora |
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