01-30-2017, 01:32 PM
Kilte
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the feelin' like you're smilin' even brighter when the weather's shit
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trange. It seemed that Kilter’s whole life had been strange. A magician father, identical triplets, a jurassic mother, a life with the wolves, Death and his Angel. It did seem like a fairy tale of sorts - but wasn’t all of Beqanna like that? A place with women like Circy, skin of the forest, wolves waiting beneath her to sprout out. What would Kilter’s fairy tale entail? What was in store for him once Death decided to bare his ugly teeth down?
His Angel picked up where he faltered - something that Kilter had come to know and trust upon. Their relationship had sprung from the frost of winter, where she placed her body before his to challenge Death. And now it flowed as easily as the thawed spring rivers; they flowed through one another as easily as the water, bending and rippling to whatever life placed before them. Her voice was certain, strong and unwavering, as Kilter had come to expect from her. We will do as we please; and Kilter had found this to be true. Death did not hold them down, his Angel had taken them to new lands, unfettered by Death. But Kilter knew it was only by her hand that he was free - without her guidance, Death would have struck by now.
Circy reaffirmed, flourishing a maternal ease with Kilter - she was friendly, settling right into his childish demeanor, never speaking down to him for his lack of experience or age. At her request of a friendship, Kilter’s ears perked up and his eyes went wide, a small stomp coming from his front feet. “Yes!I’ll be your friend. I don’t have many either, just my Angel. I once had wolves for friends, but they are all gone now.” His face shadows, remembering the first months of his life that he had ran with the magical Valley pack. His bright blue eyes caught Raeg’n’s - “Angel, can she be our friend? Death will allow me friends, right?” His eyes pleaded to his Angel- the one he trusted above all else, he knew that Raeg’n would allow no harm to come to him - that if she deemed a friend appropriate, then it would be okay.
He turned to Circy once more, “You can come with us if my Angel says it’s okay. I’m learning to fight soon. But-” a slight frown was coerced from his mouth, “- I”m not sure when Death is coming.” A dark warning from such a young thing, but Kilter did not know what Death had in store - and the last thing he wanted was for a new friend to be taken down with him.
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