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The raven couldn't help but look a her with a concerned gaze and tempered brows. Though he couldn't hate a black sheep that had been led astray, someone that had not grown with the graces and knowledge of the moon. How unfortunate of a life it was, Erebus actually felt bad for her more than he felt angry.
He shook his head.
"Black wolves decay but, we do not die." He smiled at the thought.
"When we part from this world, we go up to the sky and help the moon block the sun. What you call stars are just the tiny gaps in between each of her fallen children." A white pelted wolf did not have this same fate. They could not block the sun. When they die they simply cease to exist, as if they had never happened at all.
It was clear he was stubborn but, enjoyed the conversation, nonetheless. He went through it with smiles and a prideful chest. The shadow did not mind sharing, especially with someone who was willing to listen.
She spoke further and while he listened, a troubled look came upon the prince's face. She does now know of their crimes. All this time here and he hadn't been garnered the opportunity to share such history to the blind.
"White wolves enslaved, abused, and murdered our people. All because of our pelt. It is in their nature to be cruel and empty." Everything he said was in a clear and matter-of-fact tone. As if these were simply indisputable facts. Though, to him, they truly were.
"Black wolves freed us from such a life. They punished the evil and destroyed injustice. We are capable of evil, sure, but we are also capable of much good. White wolves are not. It is what separates us." Every word he spoke made him recall the time it was said to him. Sure, he had questioned it all once. One would be foolish to simply follow without answers.
His father made a point to let him ask and now, as the words exited his own mouth, Erebus realized he did it less for him and more for the lost stray children who would question just as he did. Black wolves were smart and cunning but, if they had lived a life without knowing the stories, without seeing how it still affected the people to this day, they would need someone who was steadfast to answer their questions. Someone who had questioned it all, just as he did. And though all may not follow or understand, Erebus was more than glad to share.
"Perhaps you should ask yourself the same." He referred to her final question.
"What lies would evil say just to get good to follow along?" The man lifted a brow as he spoke with a suggestive air. Like curved walls into slaughterhouses, white wolves were known for indoctrinating their slaves into thinking that was where they were meant to be. All a perfectly crafted spiderweb that only took one black flame to rid of it.
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