Did he think no one had seen? Did he truly think I didn’t know every inch of the land I was born in? Maybe the others didn’t notice, but I did, the violet and gold of my gaze watching that white wolf lope away from Diveen as I hid amongst the rocks and shadows. Maybe with Covet being imprisoned in our boraders we had less to worry about from the outside. Not that Covet was actually a worry, more like a footnote on the story of my impending epicness, but that hardly meant I wasn’t watching over what was mine in a sense. Achilles and Guardian were busy tending to the injured female whom had shown up at our borders and Calliel and Orfiel were away leaving just myself to watch the far borders. So I had. I had simply seated myself within the shade, my white pelt hidden from view as my gangly, ungainly frame stretched out in a moment of relaxation. I ha a lot to do, sure, but I had time and what’s wrong with just stretching out for a bit? Is that a crime? I’m still watching so I can hardly be blamed for no doing my job. It’s lucky I was watching, I suppose, eyes catching sight of the male as he attempted to flee down towards the fields and my own form rolled easily to bring myself to my feet once more.

I was ready to simply take off after him, assured I could catch him if I was swift enough and yet….maybe going as myself was not the perfect idea, not this time. Whoever he was he was trying to hide from us, from our pack- so why would he give me the answers I wanted? Maybe it was time to actually try out my disguise. Whoever said make-up application was easy quite simply lied. I didn’t have a lot to work with up here, or the time to really work with it- a bit of mud my own real option and yet the thought of willing throwing myself in the dirt was hardly…appealing. I felt my features contort into a scowl, eyes glancing quickly to see the white wolf getting further and further away before reluctantly dropping to my side once more, coating myself in mud and dust and all manner of…just…..dirty things before adding another coating of dust to hold everything in place. It hid my scent well, even the red of my ears that would be a giveaway otherwise, resulting in a sort of grey and black look that I wasn’t wholly delighted with and yet that would have to do for now as I hurriedly descended the small rock face and raced towards the borders.

I couldn’t disguise my eyes, but a lot of wolves had violet eyes so that should hardly matter. My scent was gone, my white and silver fur was gone, my red ears were gone leaving me with this sort of washed out grey….thing. It is so last season that I’m actually a bit ashamed of myself, but work must come before beauty I suppose and I was determined to find out what that guy had been doing in our pack. If I am going to be an assassin, if I am going to lead this world I am going to have to do some things myself, keep an eye and ear on everyone and everything around me. One day I would make my presence felt, for now though, this was the only way. For an older wolf he had managed to get further then I thought and yet, young as I was my limbs were long and strong, form racing across the fields until I saw him in the distance, strolling along in a manner I assume is supposed to be casual and unassuming. I ran right now, suddenly running away from him and going out wide, digging my claws harder into the earth now to cover the extra distance until I was ahead of him. He must have been heading for the stream, jaws parting to let my tongue hang out in a pant as I sprinted the final distance to a small shrubbery of sorts that was right in his path, my form dropping low as I moved to slink forward unseen and place myself beneath it, laying out on my side as if I’d been here all day simply resting- a lone yearling gone out to explore the world or….something. I’d work on my story later.

I attempted to steady my breathing, trying to make it appear as if I hadn’t sprinted a goddamn mile to catch up to him, going for a look of more contented calm as he approached, wandering along, still oblivious to my presence as I sighed and stretched further out, my grey limbs warming in the sun, tail flicked out almost onto his path as I stretched again- sure to get his attention this time as I forced my expression into a look of shock, hurriedly rolling onto my stomach to pull my tail out of the way as he approached.

“Hey, buddy, hey- you nearly trod on my tail!”

I made quite the show of examining it to make sure it remained uninjured- though all I could really feel was my heart hammering in my chest and the blood pounding in my ears in nervousness. Calm. Just stay calm. I could do this. I would do it. I sniffed the air slightly as I looked up at him from the shade, a big white wolf- an old one at that, but this was no Angel- that I knew simply from looking at him and because Angels tend not to sneak in and out of Diveen. I snorted softly, jerking my head away.

“You smell of Diveen. Your one of those Angels then? You look like one.”

I just needed to get him talking, attempting polite curiosity as I regarded him now.





m a j o r a
in disguise, cannot be identified