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Alexander stood there stunned. The others words ringing in his mind. The Crimsons song? You understood the song? Yes he had understood it. However he felt like the song had become apart of him. The words that had turned the moon in to a complete overwhelming power of life, something that could cleanse the very darkness.

The elderly man came to a stop. His eyes fixated on the wolf before him. "The eyes of our kind give away much," He said with a soft smile as he studied the boy. "You have taken your true form before," He said as an old weak hand reached out to touch they boys face to turn it upwards so he could better look in to the stunned eyes. "That is why you are so scared of others isn't it? You are afraid he will come out again. That you yourself will loose all control to him, and wake not sure what had happened around only moments before."

"How did you!" Alexander gasped as he pulled away from the hand and stumbled back only to fall on to his rump, making it swore from the landing. Hesitation to over. This other. Some one like him. Eye's like his. "Yes. . . " He grunted as he looked down. He looked back up when he heard the other moved. Though he only moved to sit next to the boy. "I was attack by humans while out hunting alone one night. . . They beat me. . I was so helpless. Then just when I thought I was done for when I couldn't hold on any more there was this voice. . . He told me to call his name. He said that he would protect me. . . " Alexander confessed. This was something even his twin had no clue about. He had kept it to himself. Fearful of what might happen.

Though he felt like he could open up to this older wolf. He knew that as a crimson wolf he too may have had it happen. That he would understand and not be fearful. Not over worry about the other. But Maybe. Just maybe he could help Alexander understand what he really was. Some one this old had to know and understand what he had felt, the fear he felt, the fear of himself.

"Yes," That worn voice cut in when Alexander paused to take a breath trying to think of what happened next. "Yes, he is why people call us cursed my dear child," he said softly. "The moons beast as some would say. An animal that only her rage can control." The older male looked up at the sky as in thought. "But you know, the moon gave us one thing the others don't really have," He said then let his eyes slide closed in thought. "She gave us the power to use her light more then the others. Do you understand?"

"No not really," Alexander said as he two looked up. Though he had a good feeling like the other had meant the way it had felt when he had first entered the clearing. Like the moons grace was washing over them washing away all the guilt, hate, unease, fear, anger. Soothing the soul with her faint light through the words that had slipped from the others lips. Was that the power of the crimson? To sing? Though if so how was one supposed to learn this song? The words? If they never met another like them?

"The song," The man said. "It's the song of our soul, her true songs." Slowly his cold crimson eyes opened to look at the moon. "Like voice that you heard before the beast took over there is another thing sleeping inside of you. A song that only you can sing, if another tried it would surly destroy them. A song that is yours alone."

"A song that is mine alone?" He questioned. Looking at the older wolf only to jump when he heard his name echo through the tree's. Azure was looking for him. Though of course she was. He did just run off in anger and frustration. Also in fear. "I don't understand fully yet. This thing that's inside. . . This beast tell me more about it." Now he felt rushed. He wasn't sure if his sister had the same thing happen and even so he could doubt it. Because after the beast had awoken with in him his eyes had become even colder. More animal like. Just like this others. However Azures eyes will still warm. Melted. More human.

"He is you," The elderly man said as he slightly turned his head in the voices direction. "Alexander? Would that happen to be you?" He questioned.

"Yeah that's me," He said though quickly brought it back to the subject they had been on. "Then why cant I remember what happened that night?" He wanted to get as much information as he could. He wanted to understand what he really was. If he really was cursed or if this was something else. Something that he could use to his advantage.

"Maybe another time," The elderly man said as he stood up. A deep groan like growl slipping form his chest as he moved. His body protesting the fact that he had sat down on the ground. He really was getting to old to do something like that. "I'm Red by the way," And with that he started to limp away. A fanged grin on his face. That had been a very interesting meeting. The other was still so young but he had already nearly fully awakened as a wolf 'cursed' by the moon. His true powers nearly completely awake. However his name did give off great expectations.