Wee Hours

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-01-2019, 05:43 PM by Iolaire.)

He didn't pull away when she pressed her small form against him. That was good. Honestly, she would have been hurt if he had. Sirius eagerly accepted the help that she offered and told her of the efforts of the Klein's healer. He then confessed that he'd rather seek help from her. Pride swelled in Iolaire and she grinned, though he wouldn't see it. I'd rather be the one to help you. I feel personally invested in your well being. And the well being of Zee. I want nothing but the best for both of you. She meant that to her core.

Sirius went on to tell her that she had his trust. Warmth surged through the dark dame and her grin grew. You have my trust as well. And, oddly enough, I too have this strange, almost nostalgic feeling when it comes to you. Admissions of feelings were a double edged sword. He could use her words against her in the future if he so chose, but she did trust him, and so she felt that it was worth it.

When he asked after her past, however... Iolaire balked. The woman pulled back, her body no longer touching his. She'd gently extracted her paw from beneath his head. Her past bothered her. She didn't like thinking about it let alone speaking about it. The small wolf paced a tight line a few times before taking a deep breath. She sat once more, this time across from him. If they were going to trust one another, then they needed to trust one another.

My father was a king. My mother, a hardened, wandering warrior. The story began to unfold within her minds eye. Iolaire's gaze took on an unfocused look as she continued the tale. There was something wrong with him. He claimed that a demon had taken residence in his soul. There were times where he completely changed. He was bloodthirsty. Murderous. It was during one of these times that my siblings and I were conceived. Rape, of course, but I believe my mother went easy on him because of her feelings for him. Giving a shake of her head, she continued. My mother had us on her own. Attempted to raise us on her own. My father denied that we were his, instead saying that we were the bastards of a devil. Mother was never meant for children. She was a hard, hard woman. There was no softness in her. Once we could eat solid meat, my siblings and I were abandoned. Or perhaps we wandered off.

Iolaire took a short break, gaze still unfocused. Her nose began to wrinkle slightly and her lips pulled back, flashing pristine white fangs momentarily. He tried to have us all killed. My three brothers and I. Later, I found out that my mother had left us because she had been trying to lead him away by creating a trail elsewhere. As far as I know, all of my brothers were killed. The pain was still there when she thought about it. Iolaire had wanted nothing more when she was a child than to grow up with her family and be the princess that she was meant to be. Her father had been a king, after all. Even after she knew that he was trying to kill her, she had clung to that idea. She was a princess. A princess. Idiot.

I almost died several times on my own. Eventually I crossed the path of an old crone. She taught me both the healing and poisoning arts. When she died, I took my show on the road. I've served many an alpha. Many a king. None has ended well. It was then that she realized that she'd been talking up a storm. With a snort, she tossed her head. I'm sorry. You have enough on your plate without listening to all of that mess. Clearing her throat, she tried to think of a reason to extricate herself from the situation, but really, she couldn't. It was night. Everyone was asleep. There was nothing to do. And so she simply sat.

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