angels fall and darkness reigns

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[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]Change was unavoidable, and departure as part of change itself was too inescapable. In a similar way to Sinaaq, the young Cara Moretti had too learned this lesson at a young age. Though her personal list of those who had left was not as extense as his, it still held an important meaning to the female. Still in all of this theory Sinaaq and she secretly shared, there were loopholes --or at least in Cara's side there were.

The absence of one of her the recent pair of wolves that had adhered to the Spine did not go unnoticed by the Queen. Despite the two males had done little to yet be considered remarkable by the Alpha, the absence of the friendlier of the two was quickly noticed. Even if they had been elusive since their acceptance it had been the weakening of the man's scent what had finally determined that the man was a goner. This brought a mixture of wonder and annoyance to Cara, who despite having been questioned about the pack morals at the time of their first meet was now being blatantly showed the lack of such in the male.
Petty.

At least the other was still around, or so it seemed.
With her nose to the ground and her tail held erect over her back she weaved her way across the Spine to him. Soon, her eyes fell onto the dark silhouette of the man, whom she found sitting idly like a gargoyle perched on a cathedral. Motionless yet eeirily appalling.
She watched him silently for a second before allowing a low chuff to reach out to the cold winter air.
He had not left yet he was doing nothing to be here; with the pack.

For Cara, departure and abandonment was a double edged stick with razor sharp kinves engraved in each side. Just as being abandoned was painful it was also the act of abandoning another what roused pain or longing into one's heart. And while this could be counted as a separate theory all of its own, it had, like the other speculations on the matter it's exceptions.

Cara, for one, was a rare example of this.
Whilst she held little attachments to those she related with, throughout her life she had built bonds that filled her with melancholy and others that she had found joy in destroying. Her father, her idol and her sister were prime examples of this.
While the first two had 'abandoned' her to leave their carnal form in order to become nothing but spirit, the latter had been target of her cruel abandondent.
Cara had been the victim and the criminal.

And however cold and emotionless the brute before her seemed she was sure that the incriminating suit of culprit also fitted him.
But would it fit him now?

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