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05-18-2013, 04:44 PM
Angeal grinned at Liste's protests, shaking his head slightly as she spoke. "Now, now, Miss Liste, it would be rather rude of me to make you work to receive a gift. A gift should not cause trouble to the receiving wolf." Angeal twitched his tail all the same, that light grin still stretched across his face. It was a strange sensation, but he liked it all the same. He liked seeing her. Liked seeing her happy, to be more precise. They hardly knew each other, but he cared for her, and he didn't know how to explain why. Not that he really cared to. Angeal had learned long ago to question his feelings, his emotions, to ensure that he didn't end up on his old paths once more, but this? It was different. Happier. Purer. Still, it wouldn't do to dwell on his thoughts and ignore this female. "You are quite welcome, Liste. Enjoy!" There was a hint of happiness to his polite tone as Angeal settled back, content to wait until the female was finished eating. Despite having taken the first bite, he was not particularly hungry, willing to let her finish in silence. Meanwhile, he could figure out how much he would tell her. How much he was willing to let her potentially figure out. Angeal wanted to trust her. But he still felt just enough caution that he settled on something that wouldn't be too incriminating. He wouldn't have to mention anything specific about his past. But he could talk about their tales of the creatures that had walked the earth before them; things better than wolves, and significantly less understood. The Ancients. And their last living relatives, perhaps. Liste's words were what returned him to the present, and Angeal nodded slightly, distantly as he rose to his paws and padded carefully away, finding himself settling near the pool that formed at the base of the waterfall. "Well, Miss Liste, I promise that this is more interesting." Tail wagging slightly, Angeal settled back on his haunches again, tail wrapping easily around his black paws. "It's a tale of the Ancients, creatures who ruled the lands long before wolves did." These were his favorites. There had been a few descendants of these Ancients still wandering his pack when he had been born. One had been his birth mother mother, and the other, a young female that Angeal's trainee had taken an interest in. "The Ancients were also called the Cetra," Angeal began softly, though his voice would grow strongly as he continued. "They were a race of things much like us. They were wolves, they lived with wolves, but they were larger, and their mentalities were different. These Ancients were spiritual things. They believed in gods, in life after death, and they lived in lands far from here in their earliest days. But those days were boring. The Ancients didn't do much but pray and live happily. Their lives were peaceful and they did nothing out of the ordinary. There was no war. These wolves took care of the lands, and they prayed, and that was all. Until the day that something fell from sky. They weren't sure what it was, but this thing, well, those that came into contact with it were changed. The ones that were close enough that they were near the impact died. And those that saw all the death went insane. They became something other than the peaceful, loving creatures that had been known as Ancients. They say that another creature escaped from the rubble of this event, and that the last remaining Ancients gave their lives trapping this creature in the ice of the far north. It took them years, and it took the lives of almost all those who remained to lock that creature away, but eventually they managed it. And ever since then, this creature, known only as Jenova, has been locked away in those frozen lands. The last descendants of these Ancients lived amongst my pack when I left. Well, descendant." Pausing, Angeal turned a curious blue gaze at Liste, wondering what she had taken from that tale. What she would think was interesting, and what she would think of as boring. There was actually a good deal more fighting involved in the true legend; it involved explaining how the militant nature of his pack had begun; to fight the monster known as Jenova. His birth mother had been named after Jenova, interestingly enough. It was said that in her massive size and strange appearance, she had resembled the creature of legend. And she was crazy enough to have been related to that creature. But that wasn't very interesting, was it? Angeal figured she would have rather heard the more peaceful parts than the tale of the fight that had erupted between Jenova and the Ancients. Still, he was curious to see if she would think that that was more interesting than the creation myth that she had been told before. Hmm. Speech |