= I Dropped My Halo = (Natu)

Salutations?

It is perhaps the double voice, the depth to it, that sees my attention return to none other then Devil and Kiska�s twins, those strange�ugly children that seem content to talk in unison and who, have displeased me since the day of their births. I suppose I don�t mind them entirely to much, although really, must they always be together? Did Devil really have to name one Durga? What sort of a name is that? I managed something akin to a smile all the same, though it was hardly a pleasant one, the look more akin to annoyance then anything else. I really have no time for children, especially not excessively large ones like this and as much as I appreciate the offer of a hunt I find my attention has been reconciled elsewhere, violet eyes given to drift sideways in this moment and towards one particular female within this excessively loud gathering of inbred imbeciles. She alone seems�better, perhaps, different somehow and indeed perhaps it is that it has been so very long since the death of Cat Eye, my imprint for more years then I can count that I was not given to realise so entirely what it was that stood before me- or rather, across from my ethereal form of perfection in these moments.

�Darlings, why don�t you capture me the largest elk and in return I shall tell you something delightfully entertaining, hmm?�

Alright, so maybe I was a little distracted, words murmured towards them as I moved to lift from my seated position, having long since lost interest in watching the charade of idiocy that occurred around me, not a single wolf amongst them an apt hunter, or so far as I could tell. Had any of them desired to be hunters within my own pack I would have utterly refused. Hmm, I was rather famous for refusing wolves after all, then again, such pickiness on my art assured rather a powerful pack, did it not. As it is however, it would seem that it is my soul�s day to be picky, violet eyes narrowed upon the girl as I moved to brush momentarily against the twins before heading towards her. She was a rather lovely white and really given my adoration for the colour I�m mildly surprised I didn�t notice her before. For a moment my attention deviated to the wolf near her the girl seeming to be offering her meat of some sort as scowled, handsome features contorted with this look of discord momentarily. Whatever words I moved to offer, were cut short by some ungainly male very near colliding with myself I the chaos that seemed to twirl about.

I offered little more then a sigh, continuing forward, simply content to part this unholy gaggle like the red sea. Apparently it would seem, I am at least well known enough to assure no one is stupid enough to collide with me, long limbs stretched eagerly forward before I finally seemed to reach the object of my desire, head tilted slightly to the side, tattered left ear flicked forward as I made no effort to hide my observation of her. It has been a long, long time since I have felt this, this that�.wound within my soul seems to have found a heal, a balm of sorts and I cannot say I am entirely thrilled. I am not a foolish puppy, I am not a hormone driven teen. I have lived through this before and though indeed the inception of feeling is near overwhelming I refuse to let is show, refuse to parade about her like a pony. If she truly is my imprint, as I believe is the case- then she has inherited nothing more then a target upon back and a bounty upon her head.

�Anima autem non est�

The words were smooth and easy as always, spoken in my native tongue, the language of my blood and birth as her scent is simply inhaled, committed to memory in these moments as I feel her very heart beat touch against my own in that unbreakable union. Why fate sees fit to curse me again I hardly know, yet there is nothing to be done for it. I always was a businessman and indeed if she is like Cat and I sincerely hop she is, this can be a painless experience for both of us. Provided she is entirely willing to submit to my command like every other wolf whom holds any claim to myself. I see no need to translate my earlier words, it is hardly given to matter, more so I allow my lips to lift in the barest hint of a smile, an offering of something softer as the white of my form stands before her own, meeting the blue of her gaze with the violet of my own- the desire to touch her one near overwhelming and yet- I am better then that, better then a trivial emotion.

�What is your name, chicka?�

Chicka. A nickname I have not used in a long time, not since my younger days and yet indeed something about this girl assures a younger feeling within myself, a veritable celebration within my form whether I desire it or not. Perhaps�.some part of myself is content to have this connection again.

�You and I need to have a little�.talk. Tell me, do you know who I am?�

Because you have become the greatest weakness within my life, because I cannot have weakness and we really must discuss that.

i dropped my halo
Soul of Natu

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