Meryl

Another change in leadership, but same old Diveen. Least that was what Meryl was trying to tell himself. Things had changed in the many years he had called this place home. The only time it hadn’t been home is when his mind had shattered leaving him wandering the world in a stupor after he...well he wouldn’t say it, or even admit it mentally anymore. He knew what had happened, what did it matter anymore. No one came for him or his family or imprint, everything was fine. Years had past now with no consequences so… it was over. He told himself. He would take the damn secret to the grave with him and the world would never know any better. He had changed though, the lands had changed no matter how much he tried to think they hadn’t. An attack had happened on the borders and he had been one of the first to tend to Orion’s wounds other than Nevaeh herself. He had three healers on him, he was stabilized and from here it was just checking on his condition and trying to insure he didn’t get infection. Something that Meryl was shockingly not as worried about because of how clean Nevaeh kept herself and her family. The angel vanity paying off for them.

Still he was uncertain about who had stepped up to take charge. It had been a hasty decision and Meryl didn’t know who the girl was. SHe seemed… nice enough. Apparently she was the granddaughter of Isola, to which he couldn’t disapprove of that, he loved his Aunt Isola so much, but since her death, since his father’s death Diveen wasn’t the same anymore. It felt empty most the time. He clung to Yin though as if afraid the fates would yank her from him next. Yuki seemingly discontent, perhaps sharing some of Meryl’s own misgivings had left Diveen in search of something though he didn’t know what. Now it was just him and Yin and it felt horribly empty. He remembered the days when Diveen was the largest pack, you could barely go anywhere without running into one of the overly confident, cocky and sometimes down right annoyingly vain wolves that had been his family, sort of. Celeste still embodied that bit at least, his little sister, but there were so few of his family members he was close with left.

He had been there through almost everything the land had been through. A child when the first war broke out, all the years of peace and stability that Isola and Kane had carried them through then everything just… fell apart the same year he had ended the life of.. There he went again… since then many of the angel line tried to bring back what Isola had brought to the lands, and thus far no one had. He laid in his den curled tight not wanting to rise for the day just yet, though it seemed Yin had already left on one of her own ventures.

Peace though was not something he needed, silence as well, other than the rain that was pattering outside that was. His ear twitched though at the sound of someone approaching his small den to which the dogwood tree sat above. His head lifted, wondering if it was just a passerby until it stopped and was soon followed by a youthful voice. A scowl somewhat crossed his face at the words. What? The kids were starting to think he was so old he couldn’t feed himself anymore, he thought before chuckling to himself. Heyel was right… way back when Meryl tried to help him without knowing earning that scar and permanent lesson upon his chest. He stood his body feeling stiffer than he thought it should.


”Is it fish at least?” He asked cracking his neck and giving a few grunting sighs before coming out chucking at the thought that it would be fish. He tried to hide the medications in fish because of its texture and strong different flavor. Was it HIS turn to be drugged? His small form squeezed out the den entrance, coming to see the very large girl. Wren was it? Yeah he was pretty sure that was her name. His eyes always looked tired now, they wandered to her face trying to spy any ill intent in her gift but seeing none. He wouldn’t refuse a free meal, but he was sure it was some kind of offering for something seeing as no one really brought him any meals. That part at least hadn’t gotten difficult just yet.

”What did you want to talk about?” He asked his curly pelt quickly being flattened out by the rain, his slender form only made to look more so as his fluffy fur was pressed down against him at the weight. The skinny, leggy male always did stand out a bit to the rest of the pack but years of being around the giants that were the angels, he was used to having to tilt his head back to look them in the eye and see what they were up too. Nothing yet, but he would keep watch for something devious.