I had known indeed for some time of the plan of Daenerys to speak of her displeasure to Purge, to force the creature of white and dark to look upon her and acknowledge the wrongs she had caused to the mountain pack and indeed perhaps I was not so very surprised to know of the mountain Queen’s desire that my Kane and I were given to come this day, to speak for pack my own, hard fought and hard won over and over from the whitened wolf whom sought and failed. Once I had held respect for her, for any whom are willing to stand against an Alpha, perhaps, are worthy of the respect of the opponent they seek and yet such respect had begun to fade with each subsequent challenge. It is as Heyel has said, his words wise perhaps this day, that only those of unsound mind seek to try over and over with the expectation of a different result. Perhaps it is courage that makes the warrior, a desire to try and better himself with each brawl and yet even the most powerful amongst us will one day look upon the form of another given to be more so. To accept the defeat that is handed to us with grace and honour is a thing most respectable, to train and return once more in hopes of a victory itself is still perhaps given to hold honour- yet to return again and again….and again? There is a point upon which bravery becomes foolishness, when courage becomes stupidity, when even those whom had followed her, surely, had turned away from she whom could not give what she had promised, from she whom could not hold onto her throne nor position. An Alpha is as such because he or she is the most powerful, the strongest amongst those they lead- this is why others follow, for the protection they offer and indeed there is no sense to reside with one whom cannot protect nor defend- one whom tastes nothing but defeat upon a form that can surely take little more damage.

Purge had been forced to bow to my Kane and to myself, three times in total she had bowed to the Angels of Diveen, had been chased from Spirane by Snowshoe, only to have her mate, her chosen one- bow before Daenerys upon the ashen females return to the lands of her family. Each stride is smooth and graceful upon the earth, each limb given to pull and release with grace and ease as it is I run beside my Kane, my mate of black, with eyes of sun and sky and the male within whom I am holding the most pride. He is as myself in all things, my equal, the shadow to my light and I know well that he seeks what is his to claim this day, the rage within himself a thing most palpable, an infectious thing and yet one I seek, for now, to keep from my mind- for my mind is most full this day. Upon her removal from the throne of the mountain Purge had not sought it again, having formed perhaps a respect of sorts for a bloodline so old and yet….the line of Trenus and Diveen is near just as old, unbroken- unlike that of Spirane in its leadership and yet it would seem for myself- she cannot find that respect. She sought my lands with a determination so many do not understand- desires it as one desires air and yet…she has never walked upon it, never set foot within it, never stood upon the cliffs or falls or golden fields, she desires what she does not know, tosses aside Spirane as if the deaths of my allies for years so many were given to mean less then the dust upon her paws. She does not deserve to be Queen. Perhaps it is she feels the ‘call’ of Diveen, yet I am given to believe more so it is the call of power she hears, desires what she has never seen, is led by madness and insanity to continue to break herself like a wave against a rock unmoving. So many have turned from her, so many will not follow her, so many laugh at her and still she will not see. It is not for her courage they will remember her name, it is not with honour and awe they will whisper of her when they speaks of the greatness of those amongst us. Forever she will be remembered as she whom failed more then any other has, whom died for what she could not possess, for that which she did not deserve. A leader is not as she, a leader is so much more then Purge will ever be.

I no longer hold pity for such a creature, no longer care to seek that which is good within her. I have proven over and over why it is my home is my own, why it is her paws will never seek its borders and perhaps even if it is so, if one day she is given to hold it’s throne- the blood of the Angel is the most potent of all, Heyel has assured as much, for each that fall….two will rise. Diveen is the City of Angels and there will always be one to seek it’s crown. This is the legacy of Father my own and the home of so very, very many. The violet of my gaze is given to rest upon her, another female given to stand beside her, a female I do not know and in this moment care not to acknowledge. My ruff is lopsided, the fur askew in a manner never to be righted, scarred beneath my fur and Angel mark so bright and yet it blazes still this day upon my spine as I it is I move to stride beside my Kane, head and tail lifted as is the right of my rank, my head bowed now in greeting to Daenerys, muzzle extended to touch to her own. The mountain and the plateau have long stood together- and longer still they will stand.

“Daenerys.”

It is only then that my attention is given to Purge, to rest upon her last of all for it is the place of a loner amongst Alphas to be spoken to last of all, to be acknowledged last, her female companion noted within the violet of my gaze in this same moment before it is I take my place, to seat myself before her, above her, between my Kane and Daenerys. So many times I have purged her from my lands. She will not see sense, she will not turn her eyes from my pack and no lnger can I allow it to continue. Benevolent I may be- but that safety of my own must come first, the time for that which is benevolent having passed though I take no pleasure no joy within this moment- seeking to look upon her simply as that which is beneath me. I am Alpha. I am Queen of Diveen- the most powerful of all packs and the time has come for myself to be recognised as such- my mate and fellow Queen of blood so old beside myself as it is at last I see fit to offer to her the words that reside upon my tongue.

“I is having no kindness for you, not any longer. You is seeking my lands over and over, you do not learn, you do not rest, your own body suffers so terribly and still you seek what you will not own. I have grown tired of you, as Spirane has grown tired, as so many others have grown tired. I is asking of you to be showing honour in your defeat and yet still you is not doing this. Diveen is not yours, not now and not ever. You is being done.”

My pelt of snow is govern to press against my Kane in this moment, a show of our strength and our unity. In all things Diveen stands together. The delicate violet of my gaze is given to turn now to Danerys, it is upon her lands I rest and as such it is for her to speak now as it is I sit beside her, as once, so long ago, Heyel and Boneclaw sat upon the mountain. Perhaps it is change Purge desires, yet change is as water, often plentiful, rarely powerful and not near so thick as the bonds of blood upon which Spirane and Diveen alike are built.