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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 124.171.28.44
Posted on May 31, 2014 at 02:44:55 AM by Heyel
 “You failed her?! What about me? I appealed your case the last time you damn well went off the deep end, I helped convince Isola to keep you in our home then and now you damn well go off and maul our granddaughter. You may be old, Devil, but I do believe I am older then you and I still seem capable of controlling my bloodlust.” The words were snapped free of my lips as I moved to descend the rocky peak I had found myself atop, ears held forward to capture the last few moments of conversation that lingered between the pair before my own words seemed content to make themselves acknowledged as blackened claws slid against uneven rock and shale, aged form leaping with all the grace and ease my blood has forever held until I stand beside the blackened male I had called brother for so long. Alright, perhaps being angry with him was not the right way to go about it and yet half that damn anger came from the fact that he….frightened me. To see your oldest and greatest friend so…..aged is not to something I am given to handle well, to see my granddaughter, OUR granddaughter in his jaws had been the tipping point. In those moments he was not the wolf I remembered, not the one I had spent so many years beside and I suppose some part of myself fears that. He is the last thing I have left aside from my children that connects me to the world that once was, he is the final memory I have of better days and younger times and to see him….as he was….displeases me. So shoot me if I find it easier to contort such emotions into blind anger, my lips pulled back from my fangs in that moment to bare towards him, heckles lifted in displeasure as my ears laced back. “I may like you Devil, but if you throw your fangs at me again I will take more then you lip.” A final snorted was all I offered him companion and brother, agitation fading now in those moments that my displeasure had been accurately voiced. Natalya’s death however, was yet to truly take purchase within my mind. She too was younger then me, another connection to a past, to another time and once more I find myself agitated with the memories this brings forth, with the emotions this stirs. I am older then them…..then all of them….how much longer can I myself truly have? I pushed such thoughts away with vehmanacne once more, denial, as they say, is a rather exceptional thing and in these moments I refuse to toy with thoughts of my own mortality any longer or the return of that ever present pain that seems to threaten to burn once more as all those around me simply….die. The violet of my gaze turned to Kiska now, snowy pelt momentarily brushed against Devil in some brief return of camaraderie as my attention became focused on the girl. “As for you, Kiska, you’re a part of his problem. Perhaps had you not been busy prancing through the forests this incident would not have happened. He was your mate- that is a bond that should not be broken, imprint or otherwise. Not that you were ever very loyal.” One eye simply lifted in these moments, her…activities with Abraxus forgotten by no one present in this conversation and perhaps while Devil may have found some sort of forgiveness for the overly heavy, unattractive dark girl- I was less inclined to offer her such things. I never really had forgotten about that and really, I always thought Devil could have done better, myself remaining civil with Kiska purely for his benefit, the damn fool seeming to like something about her all the same though heaven knows what. Evidently however, my patience for her, for now at least, had reached it’s end, tail flicking in agitation as I moved to leap atop a nearby rock, seating myself higher then both. I never did like wolves whom were taller then me and really, my words are true enough. I blame Kiska. Why? Because she is easy to blame, because I am angry, because I do not want to admit what losing Devil- in any form, will do to me and Kiska is an easy target at the moment. I allowed my form to sit once more, white pelt aglow within the gloom as the violet of my eyes seemed to register this place for the first time, scowl moving to cross my ever-handsome features. “I’m sorry, but why are we having this meeting in a veritable pit? The décor is lacking.” Evidently no matter how old I get- I will still be me. Eyes flicked once more to Devil as he lay, my own form seated above his, watching over him as I have done for so many years, whether he needed it or not. “Cat Eye died Devil, she simply ceased to exist one day. I….understand what you feel, but you did not see me rolling about in the dirt because of it. Get the hell up and Kiska, stop coddling him. In fact, why don’t you go and find some flowers to dance in like you’ve been doing the past few years.” Someone around here needs to take charge. Fortunately, crowns always did suit me. The Angel King of Moladion |
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