| i was the better man
I had heard her cry and I had come, because it was so I was summoned and Mother alone my summon my form from the depths of Glorall where I have been content to simply lounge for no othr reason then that I hardly wish to bother unless my divine purpose is required as it is today. I had known of her pregnancy, I had seen her swollen sides and I had held concern perhaps that she may bare others from the some hidden sire as myself and my brothers had been born from and yet some part of myself doubted this too. I did not question it though. For I do not question the eternal rightness of my Mother and her decision. I have merely come to accept that she had done such things with reason and cause and have said no more upon it. I alone however, am made in her image and this is a privilege I alone will seek to hold. When it is I arrive at the place of birthing, Eden is already there, held against Mother as if he feels her weakened form my somehow absorb the life from his own. He may be King in Glorall- but he was never of a truly clever mind my brother. He merely allows himself a veil of mystery by choosing to speak little and infrequently and this is all the intelligence he has ever held. Though I suppose there is merit to that. Of the healer wolf that has presented herself I care little, my form of utter perfection and grand size shoving roughly past her own to better lay the amber of my gaze upon my Mother, Brother and the ones that suckle at her like vile parasites as my lip upturns in disdain.
They have killed her- it would seem, else brought her to the brink of death to deliver and indeed it is in this moment I know with great assurance that these are half siblings, given the privilege of a shared mother and yet not a shared father. Whomever Mother had allowed to violate her so……had proven to be….a poor and unsatisfactory choice if his children had allowed such damage to be had upon her. I seek her attention, muzzle reached for her, touched to her own in an effort to stir her as I inhale the scent of her, eyes shut to savour this moment, offering Eden no true attention other then the barest of moments to meet the glory of my gaze with his own. She is weakened, fading, if she should die then these children should die with her and I care not. Nature is harsh and should it fail to kill such children I would perform the task myself in an effort to maintain the purity of our family line.
“Effluat illa.” (She fades.)
The words are spoken to Eden alone before my gaze draws fully to the parasites that cling to her dying body as if they would suck to drain the life of her, gaze narrowed as one paws moves towards them, batting at them none to gently, pushing each of them away from her teats though hardly enough to harm them. I run a paw upon each of them, the females, at least, seeming useless yet not entirely hopeless, allowing them to crawl or cry back to her side before my attention turns to one boy alone, ignoring the other entirely. His foot was a wretched and deformed thing, a snarl rising on my lips now.
“Vides frater ille deformis foedam dissolutio in liberis. Si quis tribulatur magis erit. Quem habet haec genuit filios infirmata est, vile arbitrium quod infecta sanguine. Petere nolo ut fratres etiam necesse erit medium, singuli de silva plena et perfecta et sanguis non possit. Haec inutilia omnes genitum impurum sanguinem infirmitatem eius et inutilitatem. Dirited sanguinem. Faciamus cum illis, vel saltem ut nunc. Illa enim nobis gratia.”
(Look at that brother, the foul thing is deformed, weakness exists in these children. If one is afflicted more will be. Whomever has fathered these children was a weakened, vile choice that has tainted her blood. I refuse to claim them as siblings, even by half as they must surely be, for each of us is perfect and the blood cannot be in full. These are useless, all of them, born from impure, weak and useless blood. Dirtied blood. We should do away with them, or at least that one, now. She will thank us for it.)
My own jaws moved to reach for the child now, the deformed boy- seeking to grasp him in my jaws if I could and if none should stop me I would take him from the birthing down now end him. Yet if one was afflicted, as I had said. More would be and I would refuse claim upon them, for none of them held right to call themselves children of Ava as we had.
Ayal
for i was a ruler amongst men |