Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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{Angels are Bright Still}
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I WILL FLY ON MY FATHER'S WINGS
TO PLACES I HAVE NEVER BEEN

He is silent for a time most long and it is so that I simply continue to look upon him, to allow the violet of my gaze to linger there as he seems to consider perhaps, the words he has spoken to none other then himself. I is knowing what he has done. I is knowing what he is responsible for and yet I is not saying it here and now before him. I is keeping such thoughts to myself and within my mind for now. I will not forget what has been done to my Sulan and the others, I cannot and a time will come indeed when it is so that such crimes against my own will be most….paid for, I is thinking is word, yet for now I care not to offer him such words, I care not to offer him anything save a dignity of silence though that which he has done remains firmly within my mind. I shall not scream, nor cry nor flail about in discord, I will not come at him with tooth or claw for in time all punishments shall occur. For now I simply offer him the violet of my gaze in silent repose as I stand to his side and he speaks once more of hate. I do not understand, perhaps, as to which hate he is speaking of, my features given to frown in this moment. Des he speak of the hate those of my pack most surely hold for him or does he speak of the hate of the world itself? Perhaps he speaks of the hate Covet had seemed to hold for Angels? I do not know, I cannot say and it is as such I look upon him silently for longer still before it is so I choose to offer words.

"I is not knowing, Zeus, which hate you is speaking of though I is thinking perhaps you is understanding more then your words is inclining. The death of one most loved will bring forward hate in any whom is knowing them, when such death is by paw of others. Yet if yu is speaking of hate in the way Covet is speaking of hate then already you is being….misunderstanding."

I is pausing in this moment, allowing him to understand perhaps the true depth of the words I is offering now before it is so I speak once more, though I remain still some distance from him. He is an aged wolf, I do not fear from him, I am younger and stronger then he, this I know for though it pleases me not to consider it such I have never yet seen defeat upon the field of battle and it is so that I should not find myself threatened by one so aged and lost within his mind.

"Hate is…..a most curious thing and though it is powerful all the same it is often being most unjust and impure in it’s cause. The wolf, Covet, would claim to hate all Angels and yet he hates for reasons that do not exist to any save for himself. He hates because it is easy to hate, he hates because it is easy to blame and far easier then it is to seek truth and understanding. For often the truth in itself is painful and I am believing most surely he did not desire to believe the truth. His children were not taken from him by Angels- their Mothers took them from him for they did not desire he be near them and yet he did not like this truth. He did not understand the laws of our family and it was so he could not choose our Queen for us- but he did not like this truth. He calims to hate all Angels for the death of a wolf more then ten years ago, a death I is not thinking he is even born to be seeing and yet he would blame all Angels for that death when it was so we did not exist or hold pack. He hates because it is easy, because it is convenient, he hates because he perceives of us many untruths and yet not once did he come to speak to myself to be asking of Angels. It is easy to hate- it is far harder to love and to forgive."



RETIRED QUEEN OF DIVEEN - FOURTEEN – MOTHER OF 11 - MATE: KANE - IMPRINT: SEN - DIVEEN
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