The young do not listen. Not as they should- but perhaps that is the folly of youth, for I too was young once and given to fickle thoughts and a mind limited in how much it was willing to hear of the words of others whom I believed did not understand or else know as much as I. Perhaps I had been blessed in some measure of thinking, for I had been born to two whom were gifted with words, whom had cast such a shadow that I desired only to step from beneath it and make my own and yet the privilege of birth had assured within me a respect for my Mother and Father, a great need to learn from them, to be as they were and take upon myself the knowledge that had gleamed from so many years long lived. I had been foolish perhaps, as the young are given to do and it was not until the passing of my Mother and the aging of my Father that perhaps I was given to appreciate the wisdom of words offered. Yet such is the way of the world and I do not begrudge my choices in youth even if I look back upon them to wonder why it was I believed as such else smile at my own ideals that had seemed so bold only to realise they were not near so wondrous as I had believed. Yet such s the joy of youth I suppose, the world seems so very grand and wonderful and it is still, in some many ways, though I am given to believe perhaps that I am not longer given to fickle notion or the belief that others are as myself. That kindness does not always bring kindness in return and that others are more foolish then they appear. These are lessons learned, lessons only age may bring. I know she grows restless, this Queen before me, for she is young- though I was younger still upon the taking of my crown. I have lived many years now, I have raised many children and I know most well when a limited mind is given to wander- though perhaps her pregnancy is given to aid this, a smile most soft gracing my lips at this knowledge. Pregnancy I- do not miss. Her words assured only that which I already believed, for how could her knowledge of history be great if she had none to tell her of it, nor parents to speak of what occurred before birth? My head merely nodded in acceptance of this before I continued.

Her mention of strange occurrences saw my head incline to her once more as my paws moved to glide softly atop the earth, moving to guide her further away from the main pack and down towards the emptier lands that offered little but stone and field for indeed I am willing to offer her my hospitality, yet not near so taken by inexperience to allow her view of the truth of my pack lands- at least not today and within this moment. Violet eyes were given to rest upon her, a look most curious given to adorn my features at her mention of these ‘happenings’ though knew not what she referred to in this regard. Perhaps she is a being most….spiritual? Perhaps she believes in ghosts though this is not being the point of that which I wish to speak to her of for I am not thinking her beliefs is being what I am wishing to discuss this day though her words are given most odd to my mind as it is she speaks of only one may bare her name and my own head simply nods once more.

“Yes- on this I am most agreed.”

I say no more upon such a thing, nor why it is I am most assured we need no second Jaidah as she whom existed before. Her words continue further, asking after this story I offer, if only it should be entertaining and once more a chuckle most gentle is given to stir within my throat. I should like to think my stories are given to entertainment though perhaps we shall see, for it is not so much the story itself to which I am inclined to offer her, but a knowledge of the past that I merely seek to offer. I have no need to dislike this Jaidah, nor her pack and its wolves, it interests me not to hold displeasure in her lands though I am given merely to find…..discomfort in that which she aims to create- for history is a thing best not repeated. Perhaps she thinks she is wise, else clever, else something to be feared- yet this is a follow to many have fallen for and perhaps it is I may stop her from doing as so many before her have done. As I said, I do not dislike her, for I have no reason to do so within this moment, lyrics gentle as they were offered now voice accented and lilting in tones as I spoke.

“Before Moladion was as it is today there is being another Jaidah, one whom looked much as yourself. The packs were not as they were this day, the land was different and ruled by others. My sire, Heyel is leading the Trenus pack and for years most long he is holding….relationship most interesting with Jaidah, Queen of the River Pack that was called Judila.”

They had been enemies I believe, or at least they had found discord with one another and yet I am thinking that towards the end of the life of Jaidah they is….respecting one another, friend and enemy all at once, a life long travelled together and I am often given to wonder if it is so that Heyel misses the Jaidah he knew, the one whom he had won pack for so many years ago.

“Jaidah was given to favour those of…..other desires within her pack, she ruled for years most long and it was within her rule that she birthed the one whom plagues our lands still to this day, the one they call Tobias or Black Prince. She desired many things, this Jaidah and within her desires it was so that she came against the Trenus pack of my father and in time came against my own until she was destroyed for it, she favoured….darker things and it consumed her.”

I remember most well Jaidah as she was within her fading years, I remember this creature and perhaps she had held respect for my sire, yet she did not hold respect for myself- perhaps she was right in this, for I had done nothing to earn it, yet the loss of imprint is not forgotten, nor the madness that would bring another to slay a soul.

“Jaidah was killed by others for those things that she did and yet her legacy exists still in our lands, through her children, through her son. Some years ago the grandchildren of Jaidah were born to my own lands, sons of Tobias by sister my own. One exists still in Diveen, the other, Alyx, we no longer know of though the blood of Jaidah carries with it a taste for the flesh of wolf, so be wary if it is you seek to call such blood to yourself.”

I paused once more, allowing her thoughts and my own to align.

“Many have been as Jaidah was, many have sought to gather to them those of…different persuasion. Jaidah acted against my pack and was ended for it- though not by my paws, Iromar suffered the leadership of many whom held similar ideals, one so much so that it was we were brought to war and she failed- as all before her have. I do not know what it is you is desiring to be as Leader and as Queen- these choices are your own and yet it is simply this warning I bring to you. You carry the name of one whom is being great, terrible, but great and it is so I is wishing to hope that you will not travel a path such as she. There are…whispers of your pack, of those you gather and if this is being your desire then I will not stop you in this, for this is choice your own- but know that all whom gather darkness, whom seek to rule those whom favour the taste of their own kind, else whom wish only war on these lands- have failed, each and every time they have failed. It is merely caution I offer to you, Jaidah. Perhaps you will be greater then Jaidah before you, then Ruvindra, Baphomet, Ishtar or Purge, but history does not state it so. Be careful Jaidah- in what it is you is hoping to achieve as Queen.”

For each of them declared a war of sorts upon myself, though the reason behind such things I still do not know and each was burned for it in turn. The walls of Angels do not break- not matter what is thrown upon them and it is war I seek to prevent before it may start once more. My words offer no threat nor harshness, they are simply stated so, a caution to she in that which she does so that she does not seek to do as so many before her had failed to do. There is peace within our lands and I seek to keep it so.

“I is not seeking enemy within you, indeed it is so I is liking to be at peace with your pack, if you will have it so, I merely offer you caution if you is caring to hear it. This choice is your own.”

I smiled softly, gently, head simply nodded in this for I hold no malice nor dislike- I merely state it so, caution her against history for it would seem she is inclined to follow it- though I hope most surely I am wrong in this. I do not know of her, nor her desires most well- I merely hope it is so she will be more then she whom bore her name before her.