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Posted on February 12, 2016 at 09:17:47 PM by Solaris
 I do not pretend to understand all the ways of her culture as surely she does not understand what little of my own I am given to express though I wonder truly at this need for blood and that maybe it is so that Heyel had been right in some ways- not all, but some. These thoughts sit uneasily within my mind and I care not to think to long upon them, for such thoughts only lead to questions and memories I care not to allow to unfold in these moments as I brush them away and Siren assures me that in this way we are one, that this sharing of blood has assured this. Perhaps on some level Angels too belive such a thing and yet the mixing of blood occurs at the birth of children, the children we produce the combination of blood and a living example of a union shared and I think perhaps it is this that I prefer though I tell Siren not. It would displease her, worry her and I should not seek to worry my mate so early within our relationship made anew. She speaks well the Latina and I wonder of it, of how different truly we may be if the language is shared and yet once more it is better left unconcerned for now as I struggle to remember the teachings of my own custom in this regard as Siren asks after it. To capture and share a meal, I am sure is the thing to be done and yet how and what I cannot say I know. Surely it does not matter so very much, each of us offering some part or some version of our understanding to this union and perhaps it is effort alone that matters. One day we shall teach to our children what it is we have done and perhaps a new trend will be made. Children, I am sure, is the next step to be taken, though one I have never before seen reason to take with any other. I know how such things are done, I know something of what will occur afterwards though I wonder of Siren and if this is something she can….do, if it is something I might do. Such thoughts to have. I shake my head to be free of them as Siren speaks once more, voicing her own take on this giving of blood and her assurance that together we must have it all. Perhaps we do, perhaps we have completed this circle in some fashion and whatever gods linger above might be pleased with it. She moves closer then, to begin our hunt, lingering like shadow my own as she has always done, my form so very large next to her own so very small slowing its rhythm so that she might keep pace beside me. It is not a difficult thing to find a rabbit within the forest so it is not a place I myself choose to hunt smaller prey. I am not so small, rabbits are difficult for myself to catch within the trees and tight places, though in the open field my stride is long and extended. Today however, I do not think there is time to find fields, surely such a thing must be done soon after it is agreed we will be mates, my form lowering to the earth a moment, waiting until I was assured m Siren had seen too the rabbit we would hunt. “I will chase it towards you. You are faster then I within the trees.” I did not know we should not speak, Mother had never told me of this, nor did I know such rituals were performed in the night though later I would learn and wonder of it. For now my larger form moved back into the trees, circling wide and around the rabbit before lunging from the undergrowth to give chase, scaring it forward and to where Siren lay in wait. Kane x Isola || Mate of Siren || Imprint of Astrid || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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