Let It Reign {Claiming}

*Irie* · 01-01-2016, 10:22 PM

IRIE DIAMÁCHI
More would show up, more and more. Oh, all these poor deluded souls. How could they be so... so blind? To the binds, to the chains, that a pack causes? To the limitations in freedom, in choice? To giving up power in yourself to be ruled by one who places him or herself above you - how does one do that? And she did not see how Mithras was able to be one to rule, to shackle all the mislead beings at his paws.

Yet, he would respond when she spoke his name, and she'd nod silently to his words. Despite this, there was no way she could abandon him, not without explanation - not without an utter betrayal of the Diamachi. And while this was a betrayal, it was not one to warrant shunning. It may not even be a betrayal, he just... gah, she didn't even know. Yet regardless, she would stay and listen, hear his words, his explanations, with as open a mind as she could have.

It would not be long before he started speaking, and she felt her heart clench for the young man. He sounded so... well, him. Cheerful, joyful, yet there was an undercurrent of something new in him - instead of the free, carefree soul he had been, there was now an edge of steel. An edge of maturity. It was something to be respected, and her head would tilt as she listened.

Then he got into the meat of his words, and she found herself leaning forward, eyes widening. His words, they voiced her thoughts. What...? How...? A gasp would leave her, quiet and barely audible. Pride would burst in her chest - the ideals, they weren't forgotten! He wasn't misguided, not entirely! He had not turned on the Diamachi; not in any way, or shape. He was making... a group, similar to the Diamachi, but with a bit more boundaries. While the extra buondaries made her cringe, she could, with some measure, wrap her mind around it. It was not Diamachi, but it was not pure Northern wolf - it was something in between, something that was... well, tolerable. Something she did not be afraid of.

Further still he would speak, and she'd smirk - yeah, just a bit. And then he leaned over, and she would try to meet his eyes with a dry look, a soft snort emerging from her. Even she couldn't not smile at that, and she would nod silently to herself. Yes, she would talk to Mithras - just to reaffirm. But for the time being, her heart was appeased.

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Let It Reign {Claiming}

Irie