a little of the devil's wine
That flows inside of everyone...

I had never understood my father, perhaps by the wisdom mother had given me, or maybe the astute way in which I came to view diversity in a bloodline. Why he continued to think my mate and fated soul were less than I deserved is something I will never come to terms with, not when he himself is given to take mates of lesser breeding, or when he is given an imprint who comes from nothing. His ego and snub-nosed ways have pushed me too far, his disrespect of my family and the life I lead in Spirane tossed me off the edge. It was simply a step too far for me to forgive. The way he spoke to Ziggy when she asked a mere question had pitched a fire in my heart I had never known could burn.

Hatred flared to life. Anger took over the opals of my eyes and I realized just what my father had been doing. I don't know if he is simply stupid or if perhaps he has never been so close to his soul to realize it, but what fate weaves and we accept cannot be unwoven. Zildjian is my perfect match, and he has been since I first made my way to Mirovis, and fate agreed with my mother. She matched us, fate matched us. Mother was always the better parent, and my heart flutters in grief as I realize what I must do. "Mother, Divines...forgive my decision, but I cannot abide the Angel Heyel and his attempts to thwart what you have created. If the Angel line is the same as the father, I will have no part of it." I sigh heavily, blowing a bit of the soil away as I lay in the den my match and I share.

My mind is made, and I must travel once more outside Spirane. The changes that have taken place in the mountain have my wanderlust up, and I suppose if I am cutting out the old Amaterasu, I may as well leave the mountains, nothing good for me happening. I suppose the new queen will be a good one, but her show of bloodline is just another reason for me to go.

I follow the tug and pull of my bond with my chosen, a deep thrum starting in my chest as I move through the no man's lands. I have never traveled the new lands, their layout entirely foreign and alien to me, I miss the way things were before. I miss Trenus, when I was part of something more, but my emotions and ties to my beloved make me regret nothing. Even if I have lost two children, I still have him. My rock, a smile once more comes to my face, a giggle bubbling up my throat. Father likes to call him a rock.

When I hint the distinct smell of Lucian's claim on the branch we have created, I stop dead in my delicate paw steps. A whimper escapes my muzzle, white ears twisting to press upon a fragile seeming tiara, doll-like facial features contorting in joy and hope and sorrow and pain in one expression. Unable to contain myself I let out the same howl I call my son to me with when he was young. Asleep or not he would come running, of this I was sure, perhaps he had not forgotten the one who brought him to his life. On dancer's paws I sprint toward the bond, somehow knowing that he was with our only son. Concern edges through my mind, and suddenly I can't feel my paws hit the ground I am running so fast, long and slender legs nearly giving me the ability to fly it seemed. When I reach them, I squeeze my eyes shut, praying that he is real, realizing something about this moment.

When I decide to leave Angelic ways, my son has been returned to me. How ironic...

R E Y J A
woman ♡ 11 years old ♡ forever zildjian's ♡ vagabond ♡ fallen angel
♥czaczke