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Posted on March 25, 2015 at 08:15:07 AM by Solaris
 It is within the darkness of the den that the large male rolls, form of snow and blood shifting within the gloom of the large den as he rolls and yet not so far as to crush the small dark girl whom had found her place beside him these past months. He had been insecure at first in having the female so close, in having her within his space so personal- for truly the ways of females are unknown to him, his role within the pack diplomatic, the speeches he gives designed to unite and calm not offer words of the heart or those of more personal design. He had comforted her in the death of Roamin, watched over her ever since- for she had sought sanctuary amongst the trees he watched over and thus she in turn had fallen beneath his guard. When she had sought to reside with him, however, the young man had been concerned perhaps, unsure of how entirely to react within her presence so constant- fearing truly that his form so large my well crush her as she slept and yet with each passing day he had grown only more content in her company, had become used to his darkened shadow and come to enjoy her presence. He is not untouched by hormones, he is a male well grown and far from immune of the press of such things and yet he has come to ignore them- for the most part, to quell else reject any desire he may hold to seek a mate or feminine company and yet more and more he had merely become content in the presence of Siren alone. He had become protective, perhaps, more so then he truly believed of this small and delicate thing whom warmed his side at night and graced his shadow by day. She had simply become a part of life and he found he did not dislike it. It is only when the first streaks of sunlight begin to permeate the darkness of his home that the his own beautiful eyes of violet and blue are given to open, blurred with the taints of sleep as his vision struggles to right itself, exhaling softly into the chill of the air before muscles and limbs unfurl beneath him, large paws placed upon the earth, muzzle turned to press into the shoulder of the black and red creature beside him. His touches of affection were infrequent and few, for truly he held no confidence within this manner of being, the ways of females so very foreign to him and yet he found he reached for her more and more- even if he did not understand the reasons behind such things, seeking her scent and touch. He had simply become used to his friend- for that is what she had surely become. They would surely have scolded him, back in Diveen, looked upon him with scorn perhaps and yet he did not care for such thoughts. He was charged with peace and peace he would bring, even if it was he whom must take the first steps towards such a goal. The Angel whom strode beside the Demon- though truly he cared little for such labels. Blood could not be changed but the minds of others could and perhaps this day there were other minds to be changed. “Siren?” He sought some response, some moment of wakefulness from her, ears pricked forward to capture any sound she may emit. He had learned already that she did not like to be left so entierly alone, fearing this…Istas, though truly Solaris knew little of him, nor pressed Siren more then she cared to share upon the matter. She had done as she had for grief at Romain’s death. Perhaps there was sin in taking the life of her Mother and yet….perhaps there was sin to in having allowed her to live so long as she had, perhaps it was Siren whom had brought justice in her actions. It mattered no longer. What was done was done and the boy had not mentioned such things in man weeks. After all, they were her stories to tell or share if she wished, the red-marked Angel content to give advice only when asked and Siren had not sought it of late. “I am going to seek breakfast, are you coming or do you prefer to sleep?” It was only far to ask whether or not she would hunt beside him, else seek to remain within the warmth and darkness of the den, his words uttered with that soft and gentle assurance in which all his words were given to flow, allowing his lips to lift in the shadow of a smile within the dark. There was much to do this day- yet a morning meal came first, the light barely yet risen, the clearings of the forest sure to be filled with rabbit still, or perhaps the night birds late to return to roost- the thought given to see his stomach growl in pleasure at the thought. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Evero || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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