Post by { ASHES } on Jun 26, 2012 12:57:56 GMT -6
Left to drown in his memories, Solomon reigned over the devastated continent of Sorrelli for five years. He felt an unimaginable pain with each passing day spent there overseeing the Vale’s restoration. The grand Sire of the elements lived out of a moral obligation to see that the damage done was rectified, that the land was once more fertile and lush with life instead of the virtual wasteland that war had left it in. But even the work could not ease the God’s fragmented heart.
His mate was dead; his precious Twist resided in a world beyond that he could not yet reach. His young were gone, their souls awaiting reincarnation. The pack he had made for himself was in shambles, those that remained tended to their wounded emperor as best they could but all of them knew that his injuries ran more than skin deep. They were distraught with their Leader’s pain and wept for the Great Solomon who could no longer spare the tears to cry for himself.
Thus was born the Wolf Song, the cries of a hundred voices made in sorrow would be known as the Wolf Song and sang forever more by the descendants in times of great suffering. Hearing their voices ringing out Solomon felt the weight of his hardships increase, knowing that these fragile souls cried for his sake did not alleviate his pain, but intensified it. Guilt-ridden, the God disappeared from his territory on the first day of summer. He left no trace of his existence and virtually became a ghost overnight much to the dismay of his struggling subordinates. But their faith in him was strong, even in his absence they worked to correct the deeds done those five years ago and pooled their efforts with the hope that he would someday return to them when their home was worthy of his presence.
In truth Solomon had taken a pilgrimage of sorts, answering nature wherever he found himself. Under the Summer sun he broke from the province of Sorrelli and swam the ocean, washing up on the bay of a strange island. The inhabitants lived in the darkness, light only existing for a few hours at a time before the shadows returned. But they had evolved, they glowed like fireflies in the night, some flew and others merely floated but they were a wondrous race to behold. The wolves discovered Solomon the same day that he discovered them and they welcomed their strange guest into their dens without reservation – not even realizing he was a God.
The wolves were called the Maverna; Solomon thought them to be faeries. They had iridescent pelts from the moss they consumed daily from prey or from the land itself. Long limbed, silken fur, narrow features, they were beauties he’d never seen and tricksters of the highest order. It was here he encountered the Noir as an element. He had wielded the original five: Fire, water, air, thunder and Earth and soon he mastered Noir among his hosts. Solomon spent his days with them, almost able to forget that across the sea his other family still pushed on. He found it alarmingly easy to disregard it all and shamed that he could be capable of such a thing. But someone on this land had caught his eyes, a frisky female known as Risque.
She was young, hot-blooded and teeming with potential – it was perhaps that ambition that Solomon found himself drawn to. He watched her from when she was but a babe and even then he was struck by how clever and how quick she was. When she was four years old she had all but brought on a royal Coupe against the acting Alphas and would had taken over had Solomon not revealed himself to them. As a God, none opposed him – all but Risque who defiantly stood against him. Even as he spoke to her, propositioning the young wolf to become his disciple he knew that she would destroy the Vale.
She was too hungry for power, but it was her ruthlessness that made her great. Her mind and her heart were a labyrinth and it was because of those qualities he asked her to join him. Whether she did so to get away from being executed along with the other traitors or because she was genuinely interested in what he offered is still unclear – but as of that last day of summer in fourth year of Solomon’s absence, Risque was no longer left mortal. With his fledgling in tow he transported them to another region, drawn by a heavenly beckoning. He manifested on yet another continent, this time surrounded by pray-speaking wolves seeking aid from their Gods. Instead Solomon and his sneaky protégée had been ensnared in their spell and dragged there.
The God and the little demi-fiend at his side were treated to a lush living as the wolves asked them to save their Alpha’s eldest daughter. The Alpha’s were tyrants, using their deities name to act out atrocities. Prattling about their Holy cause and defiling the name of their Tribe in search of power and status. Both were corrupt and Solomon couldn’t help but relive his own life as he was told how the Princess was a bastard offspring from the Alpha female and the Gamma. After the Alpha female had the Gamma male executed, accusing the wolf of rape, the daughter had been raised as the Omega.
Beaten, assaulted and ridiculed for her fractured lineage, the poor female had snuck away and had accidentally traipsed on their enemies’ territory. She had never been given any essential training and was easily apprehended by the patrol that frequented the sector she had wandered into. They did not spare here any hospitality and it was almost as if she were thrust back into her old life. They thought to use her as a hostage and bargain with the lords of her pack to prevent them from invading their territory. The Alphas couldn’t care for their bastard daughter and still were staging an invasion of the territory though now under the guise of going to retrieve their stolen young.
The wolves who told Solomon of this female said that despite all that had happened to her, the female was the kindest creature imaginable. An angel made mortal. She blamed no one for these things and prayed for others, many of her pack who looked down on the abuse defended her name but could not do so publicly for fear of what might come of it. Enraged Solomon gifted Risque with the task of killing the Alphas while he drifted toward the essence of the female known as Kydai, trapped in a net of despair and anguish. He looked upon her and indeed saw her beauty. Outwardly she was in a foul state. Thin and undernourished, her fur patchy, dirty and tick-ridden. But her eyes shone with a vibrancy that blinded him and all around her there seemed to be light.
Solomon asked her if she would join him and she refused, saying that even if she was a prisoner for life she couldn’t leave those who cared for her at the mercy of her parents. She did not think to kill them, but wanted them to step down from their thrones and restore her Court to the glory it had once known. Surprised but happy with her response, Solomon freed the princess and hurried to her territory. He knew inwardly that Risque had likely already felled both Leaders and told Kydai of this, it was bemusing to watch her weep for those who had sanctioned her many beatings.
Two years passed afterward, in that time Solomon oversaw as she wielded her authority and justice with care and consideration, rebuilding the empire that had been so corrupt. It was during that winter he asked her again if she would come with him, and finally she agreed. She was christened Kydai the gentle and like Risque he knew she too would destroy, but not the Vale. She would, inevitably, destroy herself. So kind, loving, merciful and pure there would be no shortage of admiration and adoration for her to receive – but she would also be easily betrayed, naïve despite her many trials and hardships until she was killed for it. Even knowing this he chose her and brought her along as he journeyed back to Sorrelli with his disciples.
When he arrived he was greeted with songs of happiness, tears of joy and love that had been brewed for six years. His protégé’s were also given the same warm reception and for days they celebrated his return. This harmony lasted for several wonderful years but like all things happiness is not eternal.
Risque had her own set of followers, wolves who were enraptured by the devious female, the wily ways she worked and how positively dangerous she was.
Others were enraptured with Kydai and her wonderful Light, her happiness and mercy and love brought wolves to her in droves. Neither female took a mate for their own reasons. Solomon watched them, almost like a wallflower, as they immersed themselves into the manifold and finally decided that having one large pack could not be maintained in one large area. He instructed Risque, Kydai and all the wolves of his pack that there needed to be a division and despite their protests they did as they were told.
Many wonder if Solomon did it on purpose because he knew that Risque and Kydai would fight one another once separated but no one can say for sure.
Once the division took place and two factions had been established, Solomon seemed to vanish again and no one is quite sure where he went in those two years. But during that time Risque grew bolder and more cynical of the good-natured Kydai. Maybe she was jealous of her; maybe she just wanted to fight, again, another factor left unsolved.
At first, Risque would do little things, steal prey from Kydai’s territory or mark over their markers. But soon these trivial offenses, that had previously gone ignored, escalated to stealing land and killing members. Unable to stand for that Kydai petitioned to have an audience with the female and to her dismay she found that Risque had used her element to give herself a new appearance – it is why the present day Diavolos do not know that the Maverna were rooted in their heritage.
Risque had taken the appearance of the Saloe and heckled the soft-hearted Kydai before having her and her entourage chased out of her territory. Many of Kydai’s pack were furious with the treatment but their Leader soothed their rage and asked them for patience. Her passive nature did not stop Risque from playing the offensive, months of taking territory and she had all but doubled the size of her forces. It became obvious to everyone that if they did not act soon they would lose not just their territory but their lives.
Fighting amongst the higher ranks broke out and Kydai had no choice but to relent to their rationale, fighting for their home was the only method left to them and so began the second outbreak of violence between wolves on Sorrelli. The combatants were enamored with magic and the blessing of their demi-gods they fought their own, brother's and sisters shedding their blood for what they decided was right.
