{ The Rising Son }

My head is given to nod at these things Eden says, my companion speaking now of words and indeed perhaps this is what I had meant. In body my Grandfather is well aged, the oldest male, I am told to live still and yet I cannot understand why this is. How is it that one whom has brought to much pain and destruction can be given to survive still? Have none sought to end him? Have none tried? Such questions have touched my mind and yet perhaps it is the answers I found more difficult. To believe none have tried is a foolish thing, if not near impossible. It is more likely I believe, that many have tried and all have failed and it is such odds that are given to offer to my mind caution this night. Perhaps it is a fools errand, perhaps I shall lead myself and my Eden to death on such a quest and yet I believe, still, there must be a way. Though no longer a King so many still serve him, so many will come to his call, Diveen is his to command as much as Trenus ever was and I am cautious of this. Only fools walk, they say, where Angels fear to tread and no Angel has dared tread where I desire. Perhaps Siren is right. Perhaps I am not an Angel, but one of the Fallen. My eyes are given to lift to his own once more, violet and blue held against the golden hue of his own. Had I known��.truly, what I asked of Eden this night perhaps it would not be so. Had I known my Grandfather was Eden�s own sire I would not have asked. For a son to slay a Father is�..not whatever I would desire and yet I new nothing of such things, nor did he and in the darkness of the night so much is unsaid and unknown.

�It is not his body I fear, Eden. It is his words entirely, his influence. To end it I must face it in full and this�.this scares me.�

I do not like to admit to fears and yet in turn I see no shame in such honesty shared with one trusted and I trust Eden, so very much. He is the best of my friends, few as they are, the most loyal of those I know and in turn for as long as he shall live I will assure I am given to offer him as such in return if he desires it. Yet my words remain the same and true entirely. To do what I must do is turn against my entire family, my own blood and it is that influence I fear. Heyel is revered amongst them, amongst all wolves. They believe him a god, and false or not such a belief cannot be denied.

�Perhaps I do not explain myself well. I fear��turning against my family, it must be done and yet they see Grandfather as�an idol. I fear what I must endure afterwards.�

Never have I heard Eden speak with fervour of his family, his sister, his brother, his Mother, though I know indeed he must hold love for them, as I do my own. I do not doubt what must be done, yet nor am I ashamed to admit my fear in this to him as it is he assures me indeed that he will help, the breath have been given to hold released with relief in this. I had hoped he would not turn from me, for after this, I believe, he may be all I am given to have in some sense of the word.

�Thank you.�

I moved to reach for him in that moment, pressing my muzzle to his own if only for a mere second in a touch of affection near brotherly in it�s embrace before I returned my muzzle to myself, respectful, always, of his space and like of remaining untouched. His next words see my attention fixate once more, this seriousness returned to my form as I regard him still. I have thought long and hard of what he brings forth this night and yet I am pleased to hear it still, his mind is quick and sharp, an astounding thing truly and yet this is why I seek to tell him of my plans, so he may find fault in them if there is fault to be found.

�If what I have planned shall come to pass, Diveen nor Taviora will ever know of our work, I will not have them go to war, Eden. Not for this. Diveen is our birth pack, Taviora our home, they must never know, must never be involved, thus I will commit no crime where either hold jurisdiction.�

I paused once more, sighing, for such words are heavy upon my lips and I do not truly desire to speak them.

�I would have you lead him from Diveen, Eden, under whatever guise you may choose. Heyel will not follow me, he does not trust me, yet there is�.something within you that earns his trust. I have seen it. He watches you Eden, always and I do not know why. You will bring him here, to the falls, where the water will block so much noise and from there I will lie in wait to do what needs be done. We will leave no scent or track, the mud and water will wipe much of it away and if we can I seek a stormy night, one with rain to wash free any scent that may linger. None will know until the morning has come, none will find him till some hours later and we will not be suspected. Diveen will not accuse Taviora, our packs will be safe and this land will be free of whatever curse and hold it is Heyel has upon it. Unless�.you have a better plan?�

I trust him. Always.

Solaris
41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hope, Phaedra || Tranquil of Taviora

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