Disappearing had always come easily for me. The characteristics were easily practiced; silence, stillness, and stagnancy. With these practiced to the extreme, I am convinced that a wolf would fade away out of memory and time with little fuss from anyone because it would appear they wished to be a shadow. Fascination with such a topic was disturbing to the self who critiqued me for exploring cryptic topics, and so I chose to break my vigil because if I were forgotten, it would be a disservice to Moladian. Despite my lag in pathfinding, I intended to contribute to a cause. I just… didn’t know how or to what yet. The things I enjoyed seem polar opposite to the definition of my family’s title “Angel.”
Under no circumstances could I be described as social, physically intimidating, or singularly important. My grandfather Azreal, my great aunt Isola, and my great grandfather Heyel were all wolves of dignity and importance. It was against them I measured myself, though my mode of reaching such magnitude yet alluded me. It was this reason I had with drawn and become something of a ghost in Taviora, but introspection had produced no enlightenment beyond the knowledge of how to disappear. I was sorely tempted to continue my investigation of ghosting methods, but practice like that would work against my ultimate goals… Which was to be historically significant.
Thus, I took this first step toward greatness; associating with other great wolves. Aunt Celeste was the epitome of beauty, and I took lesson from her in fur care. Though I was lopsided in design (heterochromatic and with crimson stars flecked over only one shoulder), I had meticulously cleaned and teased my tuxedo fur until it looked like silk. My fur quality was the one physical attribute I had no complaints about, and so I made sure in was in it’s best condition for the Angel-Star family reunion.
Through the golden blades, my paws glided. With hardly a disturbance in the field, I emerged from cover, one ear tilted to her melodic howl. I raised my head and let my lucid howl answer her. Then, my gold and blue eyes shifted to my aunt, observing her somewhat breathless dependence on Nord. Appropriately, I let the observation rest in the past; she was recovering, and that was all I needed to know for the moment.
Instead, I traveled over the remaining distance and greeted the pair with a respectful dip of my chin, ”Aunt, Step-Uncle.” I tilted my head curiously at the puppy posse accompanying them, ”Are these my new cousins?”