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Posted on May 29, 2015 at 11:12:14 PM by Solaris
 I was content to merely rest upon the softened bed of my forest home, letting the violet blue of my gaze linger upon the den the others stood closer to, curious as to these new editions to my family and yet I remained distant still. The protectiveness of Mothers, I am told, is a powerful thing and I should have no desire to snapped or snarled at because of my own foolish intrusion and inability to offer space. My tail flicked loosely as I reclined upon my stomach, head drawn forward to rest atop my large, heavy paws in a moment of peace and silence that allowed the faint mewling cries of the children within the echo upon the air. Perhaps born outside Diveen, perhaps born to a Mother so distant from the Angel line they will grow independent of that, learn to be as wolf, not as Angel even if it is the blood of Azrael so potent that exists within their veins so young and small. From what I know of Zaphkiel, cousin my own, I am assured perhaps they will grow up without the taint that afflicts so many born of a blood long believed to be the purest of all. Coza’s words were listened too in silence, the notion of gift giving a pleasing one and a tradition long held within my own family, eyes observing this moment before the white of my ears pricked upward at the emergence of another, the female…Astrid, he believes, as she emerges from the den to stand near Coza and yet her….form does not seem- content. She moves to very near stalk towards myself, head lifted in a moment of curiosity- unable to perceive this sudden distaste within her as ears lace backwards in a manner almost submissive, as if to further assure the female I held no offer of harm towards herself or her newborns in this moment and yet she seemed unwilling to accept such an offer. Surely I had done no harm to her nor offered any threat? My form remained distant from her space, I had offered no approach and stil she seems agitated at my presence alone. How is it I have been so offensive to she that she would seek my removal? Her aggression palpable thing and yet as it is I allow my gaze to rest fully upon her own I am inclined to feel….something. A draw of sorts, a pull, a desire to ignore her clear distrust and encroach upon her space in a manner surely reckless as I lift myself suddenly upward to stand upon all four paws- towering above her now as I feel a growl rise within my own throat. It is not an aggressive sound, more so it is curious, a warning- that I am unwilling to tolerate her reactions in this moment. I will respect her space and yet in turn I ask only that she respect my own. Yet it is my paws that move forward when surely they should not, as if possessed of a desperation to draw closer to her, to touch her, if only to soothe a near burning desire to do so before sense prevails once more and the appearance of Zaphkiel beside her is a seeming discouragement to myself from approaching any further. Why had I desired to touch her? The mate of another. Confusion marring my own youthful features now. “Solaris- of Kane and Isola, cousin to your Zaphkiel.” She asked and I simply told, ears pricked forward at the mere sound of her voice as if each word were a thing to behold, a very music to my….soul. It was in this moment perhaps that I understood, that the world so seemed to twist and turn and fall into lace once more with the rightness of the understanding that befall my mind in that moment. I have believed for some time I held no imprint, that perhaps I had been missed in this assignment of souls by the Angels or Gods above and yet it would seem all along I had simply been waiting for this moment in which we stand from each other and her form seems only filled with….mistrust and disdain yet perhaps she is right to do so- for this is the day of the birth of her children, a day to be shared with mate and I have…..ruined it. It is a sudden spike of anger, one that later I would surely be ashamed of that so suddenly seemed to see my lips pull back from my fangs in a sudden display of…impatient agitation as Zaphkiel pulls further from the den in a gesture that seems to display threat to myself as if he believes I may strike at her….my very soul, the he possesses. It was….foolish perhaps to respond to him in such a manner and yet in that very moment my mind was confused, insecure, the threat offered to myself no more to my mind then a threat of violence near a being I could not bare to see…upset. My reaction…intense perhaps and yet it would seem I am born of stronger desires in this life, an assurance of what is right as a snarl manages to rip free of my throat- drowning out Zaphkiel’s own growl should he care to offer it as my own heckles see fit to lift and giant form drew tense as if….daring my cousin to offer such a threat again. It is fortunate perhaps that Coza is given to break my line of vision, to sever this sudden intensity of emotion and draw back my mind as heckles lay flat and lips fall back upon sizeable fangs now, form…easing as Coza speaks of friend, seeking to calm Astrid as I enforce such clarity back upon myself, forcing myself to….sit now and offer no further threat in such a manner unbefitting though my gaze rests upon her still. “Coza.” It is softly spoken, my tones returned now as a sigh of sorts is released from my chest as my gaze seeks my Alpha alone in this moment, uncaring as to who should hear the words that follow- for they are truth and in time all will know- even if it is my own soul is given to find myself…..unworthy of her, an insecurity unfelt before given to turn within myself before I pressed it deeper and away for now. “She is my….imprint, Coza, she reacts to that- she is…confused perhaps I cannot say. Perhaps I shall take my leave.” 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Akane || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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