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Posted on July 17, 2014 at 08:01:46 AM by Guardian
 He travels within the darkness from Diveen, sliding beneath the cover of the night to slip past the border guard and the assassin patrol, the young male long ago having grown out of the family den, at last having been forced to find a place all his own and yet….he missed the comfort, missed the mass of warm bodies he had grown accustomed to sleeping beside and yet the den had become cramped, near impossible to move within as each litter of children that proceeded himself continued to grow. It was inevitable perhaps, after all, neither Azrael, largest of Heyel’s children, nor Andromeda were small in stature, their children equally sizeable in turn, Guardian himself the tallest, though his litter brother, Starfall and their sire still outweighed him. Eahc long stride flows with the graceful ease of his bloodline, each red limb picking silenty upon the earth to carry his ebony form towards the border of Taviora. He misses his family this night, despite his age, despite having long ago outgrown pup-hood and yet- tonight it would seem he misses another more, eyes of beautiful molten gold and blue searching for a form as black and red as his own, the brother he alone was charged with protecting. Perhaps he had chosen to remain in Diveen, Guardian determined to seek the warriors path, to one day stand beside cousin Achilles when it was the young Prince took over and yet he has never forgotten the duties of his birth. If Starfall was the Dreamwalker- then it is his role to guard him, to watch over him- to protect him from enemies he may not see. Perhaps Guardian himself is rarely noticed by his brother and yet, often, he seeks to check upon his siblings, to watch from afar, to assure himself his brother is well before he returns to Diveen. He had never understood, not truly, the reasons for Starfall’s departure from their birth pack, his inability perhaps, to see eye to eye with Azrael surely playing a part within this and yet for all the disdain Azrael had felt for his eldest son, it would seem he had only love and patience for the younger Guardian and to some extent perhaps, though never would he admit it, the boy had relished his Father’s praise, pleased to have their sire’s attention so often upon him. As a child he had sought only to make him proud, hoping indeed that each small milestone would assure Azrael stayed just a little longer with them. To look back upon such a thing as an adult is to perhaps see a crooked grin mark the handsome males features. He had been foolish to believe that his good behaviour had in any way afflicted his sire’s desire to stay home, understanding now that his Father’s work had simply been….important, Guardian himself having inherited a work ethic much the same, one that saw him train constantly, little time spared for other pursuits. Tonight however, he has made time, forced it upon himself, his desire to be beside his brother the dirving force that sees the red and white boy slip within the forests of Taviora, following that trail upward, white marked face turned to the sky as another scent intermingled with that of his sibling- a scent he knew well, that of cousin Shiloh. “Brudda.” It is a simple greeting, his words that same lazy, easy drawl he has always possessed as he moves to approach from the other side, opposite to cousin Shiloh, his head lowered as he moves to press his black and white speckled muzzle to his brothers own in clear affection. They had been close as children, Starfall so often seeking Guardian whenever it was Azrael had upset him, Guardian in turn so often trying to have Azrael see in Starfall what he and Andromeda always had and yet, for whatever reason, their sire still refused. Maybe it did not matter anymore, their Father’s favour had never bothered Guardian all to much and here in Taviora, his brother was free of it, he had to be happy here- Guard is sure. “Its been a while, eh?” He moves to lower his towering, tall ebony frame to the earth, red tipped tail folding about his paws as he does, offering his sibling a beaming lopsided grin as he chuckles slightly, forever the optimist, the boys nature so very personable, so very…gentle, despite all that he has trained form, young form so fit and toned, so ready for the path he has chosen in life. Though always……always he will have time for Starfall, to walk beside him when he wanders in his land of dreams. He pauses then to allow those gorgeous eyes to rest upon Shiloh, offering her a toothy grin all her own. “Tis nice ta see ya again, Shiloh. Ya is lookin’ just as lovely as ya always do. Imma’ thinkin’ dat da forest agrees wit ya.” That cheeky grin flashes once more as he teases playfully at his dark and gold cousin before those gentle eyes return once more to Starfall. “I been missin’ ya, Brudda. Ya should come ‘ome sometime an visit us.” 4 Years || Azrael x Andromeda || Brother to Starfall, Celeste, Iophiel, Mithos, Zaphkiel, Elara, Ambrosia || No Mate || No Imprint|| Angel of Diveen |
Replies:
- I fell in love with a shooting star - By Starfall July 26, 2014 at 04:44:05 PM
the wastes of my heart - By shiloh August 4, 2014 at 01:16:45 AM
= Put On Your War Paint = - By Guardian August 11, 2014 at 12:05:49 PM
I fell in love with a shooting star - By Starfall August 24, 2014 at 03:28:21 PM
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