Fallen from Grace

Deteste caught the stranger's glint of intrigue the moment he had spoken his name. For years now he had hesitated introducing himself with his full name but since joining the Ludicael and becoming a Sol he had started a habit of using his full name. It was certainly not pleasant. Nor was it humble. But it was part of his identity, a large piece of his past and he would do well not forget who he was. He had lived many different lives but he would not pick and choose which to remember. This strict honesty to himself was somewhat new. It wasn't that he had ignored his past but that he had not thought of it and lived more heavily in a present-day awareness. But he now knew it was necessary to have peace with evil as much as he had peace with goodness and it made a more authentic man of Deteste. It was not an easy thing to do but this mindset had allowed him to earn the respect of many.


It was not easy to miss the grunt after Collision's sentence and the difficulty that he had stumbled upon in his introduction was also not easily ignored. After exchanging a few words with the man Deteste realized that it was likely he belonged to Valhalla. This fact gladdened him for all Valhalla members he had met so far had been respectable wolves. He was unsure of the conflicts that had recently afflicted the pack but he was aware of the current alpha, Chrysanthe and that an alliance had been formed between Valhalla and Ludicael. But the fact that Collision did not openly tell Deteste that he was a member was strange. He was unsure what to say now that their names had been exchanged and though he didn't mean to pry into anything personal there was nothing else Deteste could think to say. "Are you of Valhalla?" the inquiry had no ulterior motive and the timbre of Deteste's baritone voice was gentle.