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Posted on April 2, 2015 at 03:43:01 AM by Solaris
 It would seem that for at least some moments today my Siren had escaped my shadow, my own actions having carried my form so snowy white from end of the pack to another in search of those whom I had sought today and yet it would seem within this action I had become separated from my darkened follower. I did not hold concern for such a thing, Siren would return to our den else find some place to rest until I travelled close by once more and ever silent as always would manage to find her place beside me in this silent comradery we had found in the wake of the death of her Romain’. It was only the scent of water and swamp that saw my paws far to large paused atop the soft moss of my home, blue eyes rimmed within the red of that which Marks me Angel given to turn in curiosity at the scent that carried so lightly upon the breeze. It has been a long time since a wolf of Iromar had come to visit and yet while I feared no harm from those given to call themselves ally it was not truly for myself that forced my limbs into a lope across those fields and forests. I have forever been ungrateful perhaps, for my size, wolves so very large as myself not so often seen and yet in these moments I believe I was thankful to Devil and Kiska for the length of limb they bestowed that allowed my form to cover such ground, each stride a graceful lunge, swift across the earth as any Angel should be- even if I had long refused to bare such a title. It is only as I draw closer that the scents of others become more potent- that of Reian, our shield and that of my own….friend. I should, I think, find a word more suitable then friend and yet for now that is all my mind should see fit to label Siren as, thoughts concerned more so for the scent of fear that lay so thickly upon the air it was given to stir my own aggression in a manner I find distasteful at best. I am not an aggressive creature, not given to tooth and claw before mind and word and yet it would seem my desire to protect what I have perhaps come to see as my own is….given to blanket my better judgement- one I was quick to find all the same as I allowed my pace to ease to a walk, heckles forced downward now to emerge from within the shadows of the trees the very image of the Angel to which I was born, red and white form parting the darkness softly as the blue and violet of my gaze fell first upon the lowered Iromar Queen, drifting to Reian whom seemed only distressed, before falling at last to the one I had come for. My own head and tail remain lowered, neutral, calm in this moment for own calm will begat calm as each large, heavy paw presses closer and closer to Siren until it is I stand beside her, she so tiny beside me and yet powerful in her resolve all the same, the stress that afflicts her in this moment a truly discouraging thing. It had been…weeks since she had been so very distraught and truly I did not desire her return to that state of my mind. It is with that same gentle ease that my own head lowers, muzzle pressed against her, shadow enveloping her own as jaws part lick at her cheek and muzzle in a moment of affection I care little if the others draw witness too before my own form, so towering, merely lowers until I rest beside her and before the Iromar Queen. If she wishes to conduct this meeting from a seated position then so be it- I can respect such a thing, unusual perhaps, though her intentions are clear as the blue violet of my gaze nods a greeting to Reian before fixing upon the Iromar wolf. “Greetings Aithne, perhaps you recall me, perhaps you do not. I am Solaris, the Peacekeper of Taviora.” I simply paused, words soft, gentle and yet affirmed, clearly spoken and offered respectfully to the seated Queen before me, my form shifted to press further into the side of Siren. “What Reian speaks of is true, Siren came to myself and Sen that night with the body of her imprint, his life taken within the swamp and her grief was truly intense. If you know the bond of souls, you will know of the power of it I am sure. I buried Romain’ myself that night and have watched over Siren ever since, as has Reian and all of Taviora. You must therefore understand her….distress at your presence, her memories of her birth pack are not filled with pleasure and she has suffered much trauma from this night. However-“ I merely paused, allowing my words to register within the ears of the dark one some would surely call Demon and yet I cared little for a phrase so weak in its meaning and form, large, thickened tail moving to fold neatly about my paws. “I believe it is others not present for whom this crime is more rightfully charged and to place blame upon you yourself for actions carried out when you did not lead is misguided. I do not believe you mean any harm to Siren and as such if you wish to speak with her I feel you are welcome too. That choice however, is not my own to make. If Siren wishes to speak with you then the choice is her own, if she does not, then I must ask you to leave.” It was nothing short of polite, head nodded once more in respect for the words she had offered and my own in return. If Siren desired to speak to the Iromar Queen then she would do so, if she did not then Aithne did not hold business amongst our pack, my muzzle tilted upward to Siren once more. “You do not have to do anything you do not wish, Siren, but perhaps it may be wise to hear her words, I will stay with you, so will Reian, she will not touch you, this I promise- but if you wish for her to leave then she will. You merely have to say so. What do you choose?” Choice is more often than not a cure of panic, panic, after all, is born from fear of lack of choice and as such I merely seek to calm Siren by offering her the choice, by giving her control of a situation in which she felt helpless, form pressed against her own once more in comfort. I believe indeed that the words of Aithne would be wise to listen to and yet some part of myself, a part…selfish perhaps, wishes almost that Aithne would merely leave to return to her pack with no words to offer, a tiny part of myself fearing that one day Siren may seek to return to her homeland. After all I have…grown fond of Siren and I would like to keep her in Taviora with me, even if I am not so entirely sure why. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Evero || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
Replies:
- SCREAM FOR ME - By SIREN April 9, 2015 at 01:48:41 AM
BUT ALL THE CHOIRS IN MY HEAD SANG NOOOOO - By AITHNE April 13, 2015 at 00:01:27 AM
take me back to days long past - By reian May 10, 2015 at 10:27:16 PM
{ The Rising Son } - By Solaris May 18, 2015 at 11:18:03 AM
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