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Posted on October 31, 2014 at 10:05:53 AM by Solaris
 I do not know, truly, if the girl is given to understand these things I say, if she truly perceives the death of her mate or if perhaps she is simply lost within her grief. Was this as it had been for my Mother? Her imprint with Finley had been before my time, his name little more than that which is uttered upon the wind and yet I know the death of her soul haunts her still, I know it is she has never forgotten. Like a wound she had said, a wound that no healer could fix and one that forever wept. If the bond of souls is a thing so celebrated then surely the loss of one is a thing most mourned yet….where forever I have considered myself ill of fortunate for never having found she whom must hold my soul, perhaps, I have merely been spared this curse. I cannot pretend to understand a pain I have not felt and yet with each shake of her frame of black and blood it is perhaps I can feel this sting of grief so raw and pained, as if this darkness merely vibrates from within herself, seeking to penetrate the supposed light that so many seem to believe is given to surround myself. I never have sought pride within my blood, never truly believed in the powers it supposedly holds and yet, if I could, even just once- I would use whatever power I had to bring him back for her, if only to stop her shaking. I have not seen grief like this before, not truly and some part of myself does not truly know what to say, what to do, the words I offered spoken merely for I felt at a loss of how else to proceed. I cannot save his body, but perhaps I can save his soul- kept safe for Siren alone until she too can join her soul in the sky or the heavens or the earth- or wherever it is we go when the light leaves our eyes and travels onward. This, it seemed, saw the small girl respond, my own frame pressed closer in an offer of affection I have never truly given another nor sought to explain. I just…wanted to make it right. Demon or not I hardly care, my mid has never seen such division and as I such I allow her to be as close as she may desire, her own words uttered now as I merely nodded, daring to spar a glance towards Sen as Siren again only seemed to become more irate. “Siren….I…” My words remained unfinished, silenced by her own whisper now as she asked where it was she could go. I…had not truly considered this and yet I am assured the laws of Iromar are surely definitive on this, the extent of her perceived crimes I cannot stay and yet that she cannot return home is assured. For a moment I was simply given to fall into silence, eyes of opalescent blue turned toward the sky as the white and red of my pelt glowed softly within the faint light that speared the trees. It is my role to keep peace within Taviora, to assure my pack is safe above all and perhaps some part of myself is….concerned for the wrath of Iromar in this, will Andras seek revenge against a child whom has wronged him? Will Taviora be held in low regard for seeking to protect her? Each of these thoughts turns readily within my mind this night. I feel…too young for such things, as if far to much has been placed upon me, as if surely I am to inexpereicned to deal with such things and yet….is this not always as I have sought, to make mark my own? To earn the respect of those around me for that which I am and not from which I am born? If the decision of one to affect the many was easy I am assured perhaps- there would be more whom were willing to stand up. “No, you cannot go back, not this day, Siren.” I shook my head softly, her words spoken more hurriedly now, my own gaze given to simply rest upon her as she became only more panicked, my own frame, so much larger, towering above her- moved to pull her close once more, to hold her against myself if only in an effort to restrain her, to stop her flailing and shouting- for surely it would do no good, neck arched to hold my jaws closer to her ears, to speak softly upon them. “You can stay here, Siren, here in Romain’s home tonight, perhaps you may keep safe his den for him, would you like that? To rest within it? To keep it for him?” Perhaps it was wrong to allow her such things, to surround herself in his scent and yet I knew not what else to offer her, save for to give her a purpose, a being, a need and a job to perform to focus her mind once more and find peace within such guilt. “Would you like me to take you there, Siren? A place to rest? We need to leave Romain now, so he may….rest too. He will be gone come the morning, gone to wait for you upon the other side- but he is safe and happy, I am….sure.” If I had to bury the boy myself I suppose I would, if only to spare her the sight of him come the day once more, if only to have her believe that he had gone away to ‘rest’ within the night- if only I could convince her to come away from the body, that is…a first step, I am sure. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Evero || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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