The lands were dark, brave, and mysterious and they held many secrets. So did the wolves who lived there and he intended to track a pack of them down to join and serve under. So much time I've wasted. That I truly never thought it would really come to this. Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the face. Reality. You never stopped to think and you ripped us apart. How could you? Now our time is gone but now it's breaking my heart. Tears run down as I think of the days we've had, And the memories will last forever, But you and I have died and gone our separate ways. His thoughts were mellow and depressing, and he knew not that his parents, or adoptive parents at least, were not his true parents. He had always wondered what the different coloration in his fur, compared to his mother?s, had meant. It almost made him wonder if he was truly her little one like she had always called him.


The different might of each shadow was no match for Datura. A kick in the teeth was good for some and a punch with a fist was better than none. He had learned that through training in combat with the man he called father, the man that had raised him as his own son. He even had their last name, despite his real last name actually being Rev. Datura Rev had been born, and now, it was Datura Silesta in his place. He was a grown man, and he did not even understand his lineage. He was determined to figure it out.

Here she was again, wandering off. This little habit of hers was what got her lost in the first place. Seems like the yearling still hadn't learn her lesson, but that wasn't too much of a big deal now. She had a home. Glaciem. That was the name of the pack that she had joined alongside her mother and brother. Their really nice alpha miss Oceana had allowed her to become a apart of it. She still hadn't had a chance to meet the Chief Gargoyle, but she was glad she was able to meet his wife. She was a small woman, but extremely pretty and super nice. But as nice as the pack was to her, she still couldn't curb her want to explore. She was a yearling after all, barely starting to grow into her adolescent stage. She still needed to learn a lot of things and what better way than by exploring. Albeit, she probably should've done it at her mother's side, but she was a year now. She didn't need her mother fawning over her all the time. She had made it through a snow storm after all. Obsidian and russet paws had brought the young girl to a new place. It wasn't extremely breath-taking, but it was pretty in its own right. A golden field of grass bordered the forest, its timbers dotting the landscape. But that wasn't what caught her attention. The stranger's scent did. He didn't smell like anyone from her new pack, or really like anyone who belonged to another pack. He smelled strange. Curious as to who the stranger was, Seraphiel traced his scent, sapphire gems coming across his figure. Jaws unhinged, a quiet bark erupting from her larynx as she called out to the stranger, obsidian plume wagging gently behind russet haunches, crown tilted curiously to the side as she watched him, waiting to see if he would notice her. Talk like this

Dat turned at the voice of a small, whiny bark, and yet again he was dumbstruck. It happened all the time really, he was always being snuck up on, pretty lousy for a runner to be beaten at his own game. ?Hello thar! I?m Datura, but you can call me Dat if ya wanna.? He stated, his head tilting to the side, gradually taking in the russet and gray coat of the female. The pine tree forest, surrounded by the field, it was a setting that he liked to take in as well; it was why he was there in the first place. Different scenarios played out in his mind. Most of them were weird and what some might call crazy, others not so much.


He would not share a detail of his plan before he knew for sure about everything that was happening. It appeared that she looked like Angelique, a girl he had once loved, in a different time and a different place. It had been a long while ago and he wasn?t going to make that mistake ever again. His amber eyes gently crossed around the place, wondering if she was alone, daring not to ask however. He whispered out the name, so he could barely hear it. 'Angelique, Angelique, Angelique.' It had been, a name that he had not heard in a year. When he was a yearling, not before not after, just one year ago. So much had changed.


Dat had realized that he had spoken unearthly too late, and he had already offered a name, not any name, a nickname to the female, something he would normally think about more often. He wasn't sure it it was her icy blue eyes, or the russet and obsidian mix through her body that made him think of the past, all he knew was that he had a past, and he was feeling like he was reliving it. It worried him, his past had not necessarily been a happy one.

Her bark didn't go unnoticed, the man up ahead catching it as he turned around to face her, his amber eyes coming into view. He was a bit larger than her, given that he was older than her by what she could tell, his coat consisting of a variety of browns. He was by no means anything spectacular, but he was a good looking man in his own rights. Then again, who was she to judge. She had barely met anyone since having arrived in her new home. He was friendly in his manner, introducing himself right away as Datura, even providing a nickname is she so wished to use it. A small smile curled her russet lips, obsidian and russet paws carrying the girl closer to the brown man, onyx plume wagging gently. I like your name Datura. It's pretty unique. It's nice to meet you, my name's Seraphiel. He had been polite and friendly to her, so she was showing him the same kind of treatment back. For the first stranger to encounter, he was a pretty nice guy. Or so he seemed. And then came a quiet whisper from Datura. She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or simply thinking out loud. The name coming from his mouth didn't seem like it was directed at her. Angelique. That was a pretty name. But who did it belong to? Was it the name of a sister? Mother maybe? Or could it be the name of his girlfriend? So many questions ran through her mind but Seraphiel kept quiet. Maybe she wasn't meant to hear that name. So she kept it to herself, simply watching Dat, wondering if he would strike up a conversation or simply bid her farewell and be on his way. Talk like this

Oh and all those things you dreamed of the visions that you saw Well the time is drawing near now, It's yours to claim it all: ~*~ Cross was developing into a bit of an introvert. He preferred to spend only a portion of his time with his siblings and cousins - most of it, he spent exploring the great realm of Glaciem. Now that he was of a weaning age, he was allowed out with a companion or babysitter to watch hunts and hear stories and learn the scents of his home. But Cross, with his sublte, observant emerald eyes, and quiet black paws, did far more exploring than any of his family knew. Already he'd made lots of trips out on his own, through the snows of his territory. His mother, perhaps, guessed as much, but she could only stop him when she caught it. The wanderlust was something in his blood. On every branch of his family tree, hung a wolf who'd put thousands of miles under their belt. Him? Oh he was just getting an early start. Despite all that he'd seen and learned of, however, he still had his puppish pronunciation of things. Perhaps it was because he didn't give it enough practice. Oh well. Can't have it all. And so it was that when he called out, the voice he sounded was a young and tender one, that rather worked against it's attempt at a stern edge. "Serrrraaaa!" That was her name right? She was the new girl, Oxia's niece, that he'd been told about. But she'd only just been found and rescued. What in the world could she be doing out here? He'd caught onto her scent during one of his explorations, and had just had to follow it. Though he didn't always seek out the company of other wolves, there was some instinct within him, that made him protective towards his family and his packmates. He'd been told watered-down versions of the many adventures that were he was the legacy of. He knew (or at least, thought he knew) of all the dangers that were out there beyond the pack's den, and especially beyond the boundaries of Glaciem. She might've been in danger! But when Cross came campering into the clearing of the pine woods, he found her exchanging words with another wolf. "Sera! What is you doing alla way out here? You coulda been deaded." It was quite a sight to see the little white fluff ball mouthing off to a wolf who was twice his age, but he was large for his six months, and he didn't see anything odd about it. She was new to the pack and he was trying to watch out for her. Just imagine the trouble she could get into if someone found out she was missing! (Of course he never though about the trouble he could be in) With a narrow, green gaze the weanling turned round on the stranger. His bush of a tail gave a flick, and his ears wagged back and forth as he tried to make up his mind on this stranger. He looked him up and down the way he'd seen his Uncle Gargie do to newcomers, but he didn't know what he was looking for. How did someone tell if another wolf was a good guy or bad guy. Finally the pup just out and asked what was on his mind: "Are you a serial killer?" Obviously he'd had a colorful childhood. ~*~ Son of Man, look to the skies Lift your spirit, set it free One day you'll walk tall with pride Son of Man a man in time You'll be