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Posted on June 20, 2014 at 10:46:26 AM by Solaris
 Any words I may well have been given to offer are taken swiftly by the approach of children, young ones, very young. I had known Banshee was a Mother, yet I had never met those she had born, perhaps they are pack yet it is not m place to intrude upon the space of a mother and young, at least, not until it is the say is given to come in which my own young are born. Some part of myself, perhaps, has come to wonder on this prospect. With the approach of my fourth year it cannot be denied that such thoughts are inclined to take hold within my mind, the touch of winter a potent thing indeed and yet beyond that which is instinctive I remain…withdrawn perhaps. I have never yet met another whom I have seen as anything other then a companion, a friend, an acquaintance. I have met many lovely female and yet they stir nothing within myself other then pleasantries. I should not worry for such things I am sure and yet…..Mother found Father before she was even one, as Achilles found Vega and often I am given to wonder perhaps if I have somehow failed to spot She whom I am destined to find. Perhaps I am simply looking within the wrong places and yet, for what I am to do, for what is to come…..a mate….a child- would only be forced to suffer the same rejection that will one day come from my family because of me. Perhaps it is better that I should not worry for such things. I am not so entirely sure I would make the most exceptional of Fathers. The violet blue of my gaze is given to linger upon Banshee’s pups as they run about myself, the boy told off for such things though I offer little more than a smile in response, content to let the young ones do as they please in these moments, my temper rather even perhaps, despite the heated blood for which my family is famed. Perhaps one day I shall be given to feel that same touch of fire within my veins- though what would bring out such a thing within myself I can hardly say. I know only that an exuberant child shall not be it. I do wonder though, that if this is normal childhood behaviour….why it is I was forever exempt from such childish innocence, my mind forever filled with a determined need to…do what must be done, despite my youth. I knew…always, what was to be done. “Hello.” It seemed fitting, for children, though I am not so sure I am being afforded their attention, my lip given to curve upward in a smile all the same, the greeting extended to each one present before it was my own Mother was given to appear, her form seeing my features soften readily, my ears laced backward in a gentle submission to she whom bore me as my muzzle lifted to press against her own in the greeting of our family and our pack. Perhaps I no longer ally with those of Diveen- but I have not forgotten from where I have come. Her words see my head tilt, if even slightly, I had known the news of my Brother, such things having ways of reaching my ears and yet I had not known of the children, nor my status of impending Uncle. “I will go to see him, when they are born, congratulate him for me, Mother. You are to be a Grandmother then? How you have aged.” Let it not be said that I cannot jest or tease when the mood should take me, gentle though it is, her own words seeing that grin linger longer upon my lips as I offered little more than a snort, the arrival of Moth given to see my attention waver once more, the elderly wolf one so greatly respected, an ally for so long of Grandfather Heyel and one whom is so honoured in Diveen alone, my head given to dip in a bow of sorts as she addresses Mother and my eyes rest upon a younger boy, one whom comes alone. He is insecure perhaps, or more so…unsure about his presence here- my own form of white and red, so like Isola’s, given to rise now. At this cusp of my fourth year I have finally be given to grow into my frame, paws no longer seem so large, nor legs so gangly, my height a towering thing, my weight so far beyond the females gathered that I am given to feel near clumsy before them, or at least, if not for the grace of my bloodline I would surely be given to wonder at it, striding towards the boy now, muzzle lowered to his own in greeting. “Ragnar. I am Solaris, what was it you were hoping to learn?” I am not so entirely sure why, yet I find I….like this one, or more so, I hope that I will. Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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