To be honest I wasn’t sure what I expected as I moved my earthen tail aside- but a polite apology wasn’t exactly it. This wolf had definitely been in Diveen though, attempting to go unnoticed and polite or not- well, I aimed to find out why. I planned to be a King one day, a ruler in my own right and yet how could I led if I had never learned to do things for myself? How could my assassins ever respect me if I never put my own safety on the line a little? Maybe my Mother would be displeased but I cannot run to my Mother every time something happens now can I? That would hardly be respectable. This guy was doing something, he had an edge about him and I was going to find out what. He started to move away, my features frowning a little at this, unwilling to lose my target so soon as I called out to him again, speaking about Angels this time- that alone seeing him stop in his tracks. Well look at that- someone else has a vendetta against my family. Not surprising. Others always are jealous of what they don’t have. I merely shifted my lips a little, refusing to allow the smirk that threatened to overcome it, brown form merely rolling once more to pretend to have some interest in him, some vague interest. I allowed my shoulders to shrug, looking away from him casually, trying once more to prevent any touch of nervousness in my voice. I would get better as I grew, this was my first try, but everyone has to start somewhere.

“Not really, I’m not really a big Angel fan though. They…well…..they were involved in the death of someone I cared about once.”

I offered no more, voice cracking slightly as if it was a painful topic to discuss, the death of this imaginary family member I was inventing on the spot seeming a painful thing for me to talk about as I looked away once more, attempting to look lost and nostalgic.

“I haven’t been here very long, if I knew Angels were here though I probably wouldn’t have come. I’m sorry I thought you were one of them, you smell like them, that’s all.”

I paused again, violet gold eyes seeking his own once more, curious to see his response.




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