Light 'Em Up!!

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

This male is far too interested in the state of my sheared tail, the length of which has only been split in half. It is not like I no longer possess one. His words bring an odd grin to my face, one that almost matches his own, but I am no less rather irritated with the subject already. "I believe I have enough tail to get my message across, Pan. Never the less, your information will be heeded in the regard to other alpha's, though I truly care nothing for the opinions of others. If the pack do not know who leads them, they are more lost than I feared." He has the look of a warrior about him, but he holds the air of a scholar, of a wolf who has seen many things and took in the information about each one of them. I watch him as his own expression relaxes, and my next words cause him to tilt his head just slightly as if he contemplates whether it is a good idea. Of course, it is a good idea, I want the pack involved in our decisions. Spirane is nothing if not a large family, as dysfunctional as it may become, and as such, we need to make important decisions together. I was not lying when I said I wanted a strong pack, I want the bonds to be as strong as the members. I want Moladion to know we can rise above the death that has come with my leadership, and that we can do such a thing together.

"If I felt regret, I would have already shown such a thing. The few that remain are important in the base pack, however, so yes, I suppose I understand. I shall call the pack together, and you shall send your ideas into their heads. Before you speak, I will make an address of my own. Though, I cannot say I am sorry for the deaths, it is truly not what was intended for Moonglow." The mirror-like depths of my eyes find the abyss of his own, his gaze telling me all I need to know about his brand of wisdom. I like to think I am a good judge of character, and I believe Pan has the right stuff for his position. I simply need more time before he is made to be my second. There are others interested in the spot as well, which kind of surprises me. They are angry with me for killing their king and queen, yet they vie for places within the hierarchy that comes with me. Perhaps, all of the wolves I have inherited from Moonglow are newer members. Maybe some of them are old members, but it is unexpected for them to want to be under my own roof. Though, such a thing is hardly a surprise, wolves here keep closer ties to the lands they live in than to the alphas they serve.

I can see the veiled hope in the boy's eyes, the coals of his gaze upon me tell me most of his story. I have seen those like him, the ones alphas believe are too smart to be of any use. It is a lie of course, and many do not know what they have when they see it. This is why they are called diamonds in the rough. No one sees the diamond through the coal. "I wonder how many alphas have listened to you before, Pan. I like you. I should warn you though, should your advice fail me, I shall not be a happy wolf. And I do not believe I am as charismatic when I am enraged. However, I have always valued the wise for their ways of thinking, and you shall be no different. Consider yourself on the job, and your advice duly noted. You have entered the running for the rank you wish, but do not expect it to be so easily won." I will not leave his wisdom to rot in this conversation. If the boy knows as much as he claims he does, his plan will work. I cannot waste my energy fighting my pack for dominance when I have already won such a thing. Now the journey I must take has to be filled with cautious steps and political balancing. I only wonder why the others didn't just simply leave. I know her sons or daughters will seek retribution, I know someone will attempt to slaughter myself the way they believe I killed their mother or alphess. I simply cannot have it right now. I will raise Spirane first.

But, to do that, I will need more wolves. And I don't think I want or need any more voices of kindness. I have far too many of those voices as it is.

A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see