This is the first chapter of my pack's lore! I WILL continue it on my blog for funsies. Enjoy!
"You're a fool to think I'd listen to you, Jupiter," hissed the tinted wolf. She stood before me with hard eyes and a strong stance. Many have questioned my ways before, for Miss Nectarine was common occurence. From wolves to dogs to cats to even mice, my rules and beliefs were protested against. I look down at the wolf. She would be a beautiful human. With human DNA, human flesh and human eyes. All animals hold a certain primal look to them. I see it in all, even innocent ol' guppies. There was a longing in there. A longing for the thrill their ancestors had long ago. I sigh.
"Call me a fool all you want, Nectarine," I huff back at her.
"You're nothing but a mere planet," Nectarine growls in protest. I feel my non existent body tense in irritation. Damn this stubborn wolf.
"I am a god as well," I reply with certainty. I reach out with a pasty white, sparkly limb. Miss Nectarine moves away in a fit and gets a flutter of impatience from me in return. "End it. End it all."
"End my pack!? What do you want me to do? Slaughter everyone until all I see is a scarlet heap? What about my mate?" Nectarine whips around on fast paws.
"Boel is not in the question right now."
"He's my mate."
"Then dont kill him."
"What about my pack?"
"I never said you had to take a life." We stand in silence for a few moments before she dips her head in a snort. I feel warmth in my stardusted chest.
"Why are gods so confusing?" Nectarine remarks. I shift in light. This wolf. This wolf holding another wolf. Or more, I cannot seem to detect the number.
Nectarine was specifically named that by her mother as an offering to me. She named her after a fruit that was a mutant. A new species. A new beginning of flavours and crops. I watch the wolf sit and my red-bruised eyes blink.
"Boel isn't the only one on my mind. What about Valentin? And Syrent?" Nectarine looks up.
"Take them with you," I answer simply. I feel the oxegyn beginning to dislike my astronomical presence. I look up and begin to climb the stars again. I hear Nectarine call but I ignore her. She doesn't have to act like an exact offering. She didn't need to be all out on being multi-eyed like God's angels. I barely even know anything about that man. I strain up the star ladder and rest back onto my rightful home. Nectarine crosses the earth way below me.
You were never born an offering, my child
I close my eyes as my body melts back into slumber.
You were born an angel. And those friends of yours? Hm.
My stardust body dissolves.
Maybe they'll be ones too.
Winter 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
