{ The Rising Son }

Will you listen to him Solaris?

Those words alone seemed to find some part of my mind within the bloodied haze of battle that had so seemed to consume my thoughts, that taste of blood upon my tongue, a thick and heady smell, a taste of salt and rust that my stomach took great disdain in- seeming to very near rebel against such a foul substance upon my tongue and within my throat. It was not sweet like the blood of prey, held no delight to my form but seemed to burn instead. Did the blood of wolf always burn like this? Maybe it was just Heyel? Maybe even in the last moments of his life he still seemed capable of creating such a myth about himself? How had he done it? How had he become this thing that so many adored and feared and revered? I should likely never know, never understand, for surely their would never exist one such as himself- though I allowed my gaze to drift to Eden in that moment all the same. I heard his words, looked upon him as they were spoken, that blood could be washed away and perhaps it could. Eden would forever hold the blood of Heyel within his veins, just as I myself was given to do and yet Eden was as myself, form the beginning he had seen the truth of this. Blood does not make a creature what he is, not truly, perhaps we may inherit from Heyel only his determination to lead and desire to win, perhaps we will take all that he is within ourselves and use it for other means. Eden is my companion, my brother, my all- he remains unaffiliated by the poisons of his blood all the same and as such I see no need to turn upon him, head merely turning to face Heyel once more in a silent answer to the question Eden had posed. I held my target, for reasons surely my own. I desired only one death and no others. I would bring peace back to these lands and if a death was how it must be achieved then let it be so.

Death is�.a curious thing, I think. I have never truly seen it, not really, not from a wolf. I have seen prey die by my own jaws, seen a body after death and yet I have never seen light leaves the eyes of another by my own paw in this manner. Death is not loud, or vile or terrible to look upon. It is�quiet or at least it was given to seem that way. He angered me, in those last few moments, angered me only because he would not accept the death that seemed so imminent, rising again and again on shaking legs in some further defiance against me. Why would he not just lay down? Would he make it so that I had to force this from him? Did he do it simply to pain me further? I am not a true killer, at least, I don�t believe it so. I took no joy in this, no real pleasure- it was needed and that was all. When he finally fell I simply watched, letting the blood run freely from my lips, awash across my teeth and tongue once more as he barely seemed to gasp, the rise and fall of his chest a simple and smooth ting that seemed to falter only once and within the one moment I saw that light leave his gaze, saw it fade and with it perhaps- watched the end of an empire and the birth of an entirely new legend.

�Ut heavns lux circumdabunt te et angelorum te in.�

For the longest of times I simply stood over him, words uttered softly, almost imperceptible from my lips. I hardly knew if I held the right to offer the assassins prayer and yet I did it all the same. I didn�t believe in Angels or Demons or any true divinity from the sky above yet�..who was I to say if a heaven of sorts really existed nor deny his soul from entering? It was only the movement of Eden that seemed to draw my attention away at last. I felt�numb, empty- cold, almost vacant from my body in these moments. It was disbelief perhaps- that such a thing was finally done as Eden reaches to tear open the flesh of his own limb. I heard his words, numbly, somewhere within my mind, a frown finding my features unable to understand why he harmed himself now before his words seemed at least to permeate my thoughts.

�Yes�.yes.�

It was all I could manage in this moment, stepping forward to brush myself along his frame. He did not believe in touch, not truly, yet if it were so we sparred my scent would need be upon him and his upon me as I stepped back once more- eyes turned a final time to the body of my grandfather before my gaze returned at last to Eden, bloodied muzzle parting to speak.

�We must go Eden, must return to our packs although a day may come, eventually- where I may seek you once more. Should my pack ever discover what I did today, I may need the shelter of your own lands.�

I spoke softly, assured that should Taviora ever seek to remove me from their ranks that I would seek place amongst Glorall- for surely Eden would have place for me there. It was time to go home. I would stay no longer, for how long would it take before Isola sent wolves to seek her Father or the imprint of Heyel felt his passing and searched for him? We had delayed too long already as I moved to turn upon my heavy paws. My mind was filled, heavy, thoughts turning within as the thunder cracked above. I needed to go home, to retreat, to remove this blood from myself as my pas suddenly increased there pace to carry myself back into the darkness of the trees and shadows- leaving the rain to wash away my crime.

Solaris
41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Akane || Peacekeeper of Taviora

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