fourteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

It will only be a matter of time before Heyel is ripped from Natu's soul to be replaced by another. She knows this by the way she judges keenly his age; Heyel has a few more years of life within him should he not get into any fights with some younger, more vivacious wolf. Skill though he may have from so many years reigning as High King and creating his own dynasty of children and grandchildren, age has bought him to a point in life when the body is simply no longer capable of all the feats of youth. Wisdom could not save him if brute force were to take him by surprise. In a way as she looks upon him with solemn ice blue eyes, she mourns for him, for the years that they did not know each other. The years in which she had no comfort of a half-soul with which to lay her troubles to rest. There is not really love between them - not truly. He cannot give what another already holds and she would never ask him to. To do such is a blight against the truth of one's heart; she can only hope that she will find somewhere to rest her own heart in the years to come, so that when she grew old another would be there to wrap their warm body against hers in comfort and shared companionship.

Maybe Fate hadn't contrived to send her one such as Heyel out of some twisted need to flaunt him before her - a thing that she could not have and yet possessed just the same. And she had come to terms with such, just as she had come to terms with her own inner demons. Every beast had them. She would face up to what she had done, knowingly or not, and become free of the guilt that burdened her often.

Heyel is difficult. That much has not changed since their last encounter and from what she could tell it was unlikely to ever change. He must have been born with an insufferable feeling of superiority and cleanliness. It was almost comical the way he is disgusted by dirt and the wilderness. After all they were wolves; creatures born of the wild. He almost seemed above it all where Natu was a part of the earth, sinking into it's contours with ease. She had traveled a lifetime and learned the nuances that a traveler learns. The knack for surviving and she had never gone wanting.

So it is rather amusing to her when he decides, rather pompously - what else did she expect? - that he is a perfect creature. Designed for the greatness of a wolfs life! She cannot help the way she smirks at him or her brow lifts quizzically. Oh of course, she thinks, she is not nearly so great as he. "Oh, certainly," she answers dryly, clearly not taken with his answer but neither going to press the matter with anger. It would be futile anyways. You know what they say about the elders? Set in their ways. Such a thing makes her want to smirk in delight - she feels rather young compared to the male beside her. His presence and brushing hairs have relaxed her into a state of euphoria in a sense.

"Then again, I have never had a problem with my size. Keeps away the dirt." She flicks her tail, catching his amused smirk. A dove, he says, and she is intrigued. Honestly she cannot say she has ever tasted a dove. Normally her fare of avian animals were sparrows and blackbirds, whichever the opportunity presented. She had tasted the flesh of a seagull in Glorall while visiting her family but she tended more towards the hares and such. "I cannot say I have, but it does sound tempting. You must be a great hunter to catch one, I'm sure..." The last bit is added rather thickly and with a wicked, teasing grin to Heyel, for she is sure he knows of her mockery towards his pompous nature by now.

But then he is on speaking in wise tones and she is listening raptly. Arrogant that Heyel is, he has been around many years and has seen this world far longer than she would ever see it. He has been a part of a great many things in Moladian and she is drawn to learning of such things. Who better to learn from than from a King himself? She cannot help but nod as he speaks of fate binding them for such a reason. Natu is no fool. She cannot afford to be foolish in her nature, and Heyel is no fool either despite all his proclamations.

She has about her an air of determination, for she has plans, chief among them of carving out her own niche in this world. And if not, she would take one - a place that was not quite what she desired, but the taste of revenge would be so sweet upon her lips. Though for now she would keep such plans quiet unless she should fail her first attempt. She looks down as he pushes her paw into his own print, rather interested in his concept, and when she looks up it is with a smile of pride. "And I do not plan to." Bowing to Dany was not hard for she was, as Heyel said, worthy of her birthright. But she would find her own place and from then on, bowing would become something of the past.

"Now. As for the dove?" A gentle arch and an excited gleam of her eyes, she waits to see if he would lead onward.