deceiver

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.

Fear is such a great motivator for stupid actions, perhaps it had been his own fault that he had been snatched up by the band of males, but deep down he blamed his mother. Perhaps he would always carry this childhood grudge against her for not having properly cared for him hell he didn't even know if Boleyn even still lived... this was something he would need to rectify and soon. Even finding his mother was somewhere on his mental to do list, if only to pop into her happy life and say something like "hey look at me. Still breathing." But it would all come in due time he had much grander things in store for himself and his family band.

"Yes well I think I am in agreement with you, though fear of what I have yet to see" he stated calmly, "I am sorry that she did not give you the details of our existence." He seems almost detached despite the anger that boiled within him, Dieloch took a slow deep breath as he forced himself to relive the still fresh events and wounds he had to go through. "It is true I have a sister, her name is Boleyn though I do not know where she resides yet and I have made it part of my time this winter to find her." He nods his head firmly as if to affirm to himself his need to do this.

"As for me, I am Dieloch. Fathom was right in some regards... I was lost. Snatched from these lands by a band. They did... bad things to us" he thinks of Kellin, of how they had used Soli how they had. How they had made him take on enemies and help new recruits to tune into their ferocious natures on other wolves than prey. He visibly had a body shiver run from tail tip to nose as he closed his coal black eyes. He was a handsome male, rugged by nature like a battle hardened warrior who fought for a good cause. Illy had provided him with excellent healing skills so that only the very worst of the wounds left nasty scars. Under the fluff of his chest lay a large gash that had nearly killed him, a chunk on the side of his lip was missing. Many smaller ones lay under fur. To many to count.

"I desire things a normal wolf doesn't" he continued his eyes almost pleaded for answers, "wolf blood does not taste like prey blood... I can only consider it the conditioning of my life in the band. A bait or sacrifice wolf. Or so I'm told time and time again" he does not show fear of this thing that threatens to control his mind, there is an understanding in his voice, almost logical. "I do not understand the why only the desperate need to just taste it. Not to kill but just to feel it run over my tongue..." perhaps it is too much too soon but he needs to lay it all out on the line. But, he did not divulge a few things Covet probably had already smelled one female on him, he was what some would call fiercely protective of Illy... the past was too fresh for him still and he just wanted to keep her safe. That was all.. to keep them both safe.

"talks like this"

dieloch | male | no bond | no woman | no home
of covet x fathom | no spawn | littermate to boleyn, half sibling to iscariot & melek
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