Tonight, his dream had turned into reality. Noctisardor Bypass was established and everything was peaceful, at least for now. He knew that peaceful things never seem to last long, he did not doubt that some of his former packmates would want to know what he was doing now, despite the fact that he was no longer part of their pack and banished. Seriously, if any of them threatened his new pack, there would be blood and it would not be on his side.

He trotted into a forest, his mind on distant things when a familiar voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks and waited for her, the pack was formed now and it was time they became official. If she wanted to of course, he wouldn't push her to do anything she wouldn't want to do.

"Will you walk with me? The night is young."
He nodded and fell in step beside her, brushing his flank beside hers as he dipped his muzzle to touch his nose affectionately to the crimson healer's cheek, he yearned for the closeness he had experienced with her again. His gaze swept lovingly over her before lifting his gaze to look up at the sky. Apollo had finished his daily chariot ride and now it was his sister, Diana's turn to ride her moon chariot across the sky.

And sure enough when he looked looked at the star-filled sky, the moon shone down upon them. "Look, Diana's leading the moon up into the sky." he murmured to her. He didn't know if she knew that he was actually Roman but if she didn't, she did now. He rarely told anyone about his beliefs in the roman gods or half beliefs and if he did, it meant that he truly trusted and cared for someone.

"It's beautiful,"
He smiled, "It is, isn't it?". The sunsets and sunrise in Noctisardor Bypass were stunning but it was dusk that was the prettiest with its bright reds, oranges and pinks against the darkening sky, dipping into the distant horizon. Nothing would ever be able to compare with that view and he was glad that he found this place. The sunsets here were even prettier than those at the Creek and that itself was a miracle.

Nuzzling her softly, he began walking forward again. "Come, I found this place sometime ago." he trotted through the forest as the sky slowly turned ink black and shadows filled the corners of the dense woodland but the sterling outrider did not stop and not long later he arrived at the entrance of a clearing surrounded by walls of sturdy rocks. A smile appeared through his now warm platinum gaze as he stepped in and sure enough, as he had predicted, the moon shone down brightly on the verdant grass and now on him, illuminating his pelt and turning it ethereal silver.

He crooned softly at her as she rested her shoulder against his own and gazed into his silver eyes. He did not speak instead looked straight into her beautiful copper ones, love and affection dominating his gaze. Romantic crap was not something the silver outrider was good at but hopefully he did a good job this time? He didn't know and truthfully, he didn't want to know. It was up to her, he did his best and that was that.

Finally, he tore his gaze away and nosed her affectionately as he spoke "Do you like it?" he asked softly, calmness and serenity in his voice as he raised his head again to look at her. His tail running across her flank slowly and gently as he waited for her reply.

A broad smile spread over the usual stoic outrider's face as she spoke, She liked it and that was what really mattered. He didn't care if Jupiter himself hated it, as if his opinion mattered at the moment. No, it didn't. He watched with his now gentle and warm gaze as his crimson healer trotted forward and examined the hollow that he'd discovered. He still hadn't found an appropriate name for it but now, he had a faint idea of what to call it, and of course it was in his native tongue.

He trotted forward to her and swept his tail teasingly over her spine "I'm glad you like it." he spoke and for the first time, his faint accent appeared in his voice. He had managed to hide it before so nobody knew of his heritage but now, he saw no reason to hide it anymore.

"you are sometimes a mystery to me," said Paarthurnax gently. He laughed, a soft cheerful sound that he hadn't used since he was separated from his siblings. He rolled his shoulders in a brief shrug, a light smile in his cool sterling eyes. "I'm a mystery to everyone, you just happen to know a bit more about me than others." he said, no longer bothering to hide his accent in front of her. Of course he would hide it later in front of the others, at least for now. They should probably know he was a Roman by now.

He lay down on the soft grass, the moonlight shining right at him, his fore limbs splayed out at his side as he called out his crimson healer. “Hic veni, Paar" he spoke in his native tongue softly, the words holding a gentle, soft and regal tone that he hadn't been able to achieve when he spoke English.

He sighed, turning his silver gaze away from her as she looked down at him with those big eyes. He supposed that he should probably tell her, it wasn't really bad or anything but he just didn't like speaking about it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I just don't like talking about it. You're probably the first one I told in a year?" he shrugged, still averting his gaze from Paaarthurnax.

"I'm Roman, descended from the bloodlines of the great Angelus Mortis which means Angel of Death in latin. Latin is my native tongue. So my full name is actually Hadrian Nox 'Shadow' Angelus Mortis. Nox is just a name for me in formal occasions. The Angelus Mortis bloodline was actually one of the most famous and greatest bloodlines in Rome but my father tainted it with his brutality and useless bloodshed. He had no honor, only cowardice."

Now he turned to look at Paar, a faint smile drifting weakly over his face. "And our bloodline was supposed to be distantly related with The Big Three which are the main three gods in our beliefs. The three brothers called Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto. Jupiter is the god of lightning and king of the gods. Neptune the god of the sea and Pluto is the god of the dead and underworld.

A slow sigh escaped the silver Praetor as Paar crooned softly and rested her forehead affectionately against this throat. He dipped his head to lick her gently between the ears and rested his muzzle on top of her crown. "No more," he promised her, sincerity in his voice and if there was one thing good about him, yet nobody knew about him, it was that he always kept his word, no matter what. A brilliant smile appeared on the lips of the sterling outrider and just as he had just promised, the mask vanished.

He swept his tail across her flank lovingly as he embraced her, thanking all the gods that this moment hadn't been ruined my his stupidity at revealing everything. But he supposed that she would be even angrier if he didn't tell her at all, he knew he couldn't hide everything from her forever and he was glad that he shared it. He never realised it was such big a burden to bear.

"Since we're doing this open and honesty thing, I guess you'd like to know more about where I came from?" He followed her, silver eyes glowing brightly in the dark as he stepped gracefully over tree roots and fallen branches. A smile graced his lips as a twinkle of amusement flashed through his eyes, although it still didn't over the glint in his eye. The glint that either meant he was a madman or a genius and always managed to freak other wolves out.

"If you want to, you don't have to share if you feel uncomfortable about sharing it." he said softly. And it was true, he didn't really care about her heritage or her bloodlines or anything. He cared about her, the Paar he was courting and nothing else truly mattered to him.

Leaning down, he attempted to nuzzle her affectionately.

He listened quietly as she spoke, a faint scowl appearing over his features when she spoke of her brother presenting her to someone from a rival pack, to add to his collection of wives. He met her gaze steadily, a faint icy anger burning behind the platinum orbs. "So I ran away. And I haven't seen hide nor hair of any relatives since." He nodded, "Good, if I see any of them, I'll rip their heads apart from their body." he spoke nonchalantly. "I won't do it if you don't want me to, of course...."

His eyes curious, he looked over to Paar. "It is not uncommon for Romans to have multiple wives too, however my father only had my mother and he didn't marry anyone else. Bloody good that he didn't treat my mother like a slave." he shrugged. "In Rome, girls were often married away to rich men that they don't even know. Sometimes parents that were starving and weak sold their children as slaves so they could survive. Pretty brutal."