There had been a very obvious and grievous mistake. Somehow and in some way. I had imprinted upon the wrong girl. There was no denying that. The creature was hardly up to my standards although I was under the assumption she must have some value if my soul felt the need to meld itself with her own. Even so, soul bonding aside, I was entirely convinced that the Angels had gotten me confused with some other Azrael and incorrectly placed me with this comatose black-pelted creature. Violet blue eyes of exquisite opalescent sheen looked down upon her as she seemed to recoil further into herself, as if the pain that gnawed within her (and evidently myself by comparison) seemed to grab at her throat with all the strength of a ravaging Tobias. To see that creature eat was to see all the sin of hell itself and honestly, the way the girl was beginning to gasp I was half inclined to believe she intended to die of this grief right where she lay. How could I, Azrael, born of the Angels, imprint on a creature so weak and pathetic as this? The thoughts had barely crossed my mind before my very veins seemed to burn and my tongue grew thick with words unspoken. It was if my own soul punished me for thinking such things and yet my mind had an agenda of it’s own. This was infuriating and yet I could hardly manage to neither force a scowl onto my features nor manage to fix her with a derisive glare. What trickery and demon magic was this?!
My very soul clung to her, every fibre in my glorious and ridiculously perfect being orbited around her with an affection and protection fiercer then anything I had ever known- yet my mind rebelled this in every way and my body seemed unable to decide whether mind or soul were in charge, rendering me capable of doing nothing save laying myself beside her to sate the irresistible urge to touch her, to quench the thirst of my being against her own and for a few moments, I was calm, almost content, my mind a little clearer now that I pressed against her, encasing her in the warmth of my large and powerful frame and feeding my own utterly selfish, if not conflicting, desires. My soul purred within my frame, stroking and caressing her own in the utter perfection that was this combination and yet my very instinct was appalled at getting my pelt dirty, at touching this lesser creature. What if she was diseased? Could i catch something? At least the dislikeable creature wasn’t gasping like a fish anymore. I attempted to fix her with a glare once more, managing nothing more than a headache as my features refused to display that particular emotion when pointed at her own. I could not deny the perfection of the feeling within myself, a rush of power and heat and energy like nothing I have ever felt and truly in that moment I almost believed I had the wings to fly with her against me, yet the reality of this, her lack of breeding, class and general good health drove such thoughts into an emergency landing. I was...confused, conflicted. Hell, wasn’t there some kind of Medicine Man around that could undo this treachery? I made a mental note to pay the fellow a visit, any of the Three could surely do their wolf-insanity magic and repair my soul to it’s right and selfish state of being entirely my own.
The girl whined suddenly, my handsome head snapping towards her own as if pulled by an invisible string at this sound of distress. I snorted, sweeping one pay comically over my nose as if a sudden itch and nothing more had driven me to turn my head so sharply. I wanted to touch her, hold her, absorb her in every way. Wanted to defend her, protect her, love her and yet I hated her for taking my choice, I hated that I would have to hide her from the world to protect myself. Assassins do not have imprints. Heyel hid his for years. I would have to do the same and yet I would forever be chained to her, my life bound to her own. I am an utterly selfish creature, I didn’t need this and yet the thought of walking away did not even exist. Never, never would I leave her to the ravages of this world again. She was above the vile scum of this place, even if she was determined to play the victim. She had to be, if she were the other half of my soul. I growled to myself, the sound seething between my sizeable jaws when the creature dared lay her head across my limbs as I rested beside her. I blinked, dumbstruck by her daring and complete disregard for my personal space, while my soul threw a party at this hint of unintended affection. She stared towards me a moment as I leaned away from her as if the girl were a leper, fearing infection, fearing my soul would become all the more attached.
"Excuse me! I will sit here, but I will not be having you lying atop me, you’re extremely dirty and dirt offends me."
I muttered, noticing her dishevelled state once more. It was almost as if the girl had thrown herself from atop the ridge above. Hardly surprising, I would suicide too if I were anything less than the perfection that I was. Of course, had that been her intention I would put a firm end to it. My soul, for that is what she is, will learn to be as perfect as myself, even if I have to spend each day with her, teaching her how to act as if she were royally born. If you act it, they believe. Father has always had rather a few handy sayings. She spoke then, a mumbling of a kind, before burying her head into the thick and rare luxury of my chest fur. I froze, breath catching within my throat. How dare she! Had she just ignored a direct order not to touch me anymore then she was?!
"Please women! You are simply incorrigible. Are you even listening? Hello?"
She had evidently heard some of my earlier speech for she seemed to cling to the idea that my name was Guardian. What a ridiculous notion and stupid name! It was hardly appropriate for someone such as myself. No son of Heyel would ever be called something so ridiculous and.....closer? She wanted to be closer? Ha! I was entirely close enough and yet her plea seemed to register somewhere within myself, tugging and teasing at the chain that bound us together. Was this an imprint bond? Was I incapable of refusing her? Was I nothing but a glorious and decorated sword to be wielded as she pleased in the way Aaliyah used Tobias? Surely not all imprints bonds were THIS powerful. Had they changed with the fall of the sky? I had no desire to touch her further and yet my vey body seemed to pull towards her own, that ache inside me increasing with her own sadness, a desperate need to comfort her swelling within, one I fought with every bit of will I had left.
"Warm? Chicka, I’m downright hot, but since you don’t seem to be listening that was a wasted sentence, as is this. Azrael, my name is Azrael, not Guardian and I don’t know how to be closer, well I do, but that is more a winter time activity."
Perhaps telling suggestive jokes would pull her from her stupor. No? I sighed loudly, eyes rolling, arching my neck over her, pulling her into an embrace, against myself, my large snowy frame almost covering her own as I glowed within the light and my Angel Mark burned hot fire against my spine as I held her in a wolfish hug of sorts, encompassing her as best I could while my soul skipped and danced and laughed and the rest of me tried not to recoil. I am not affectionate, I never have been....I...I don’t know how to be, not really. Assassins are not trained for that. I spoke again, tone even and softer this time as I nudged her.
"Please, I implore you, stop feeling like this, you are....affecting me. Come on, get up, can you walk? I’m going to take you home with me so you can walk or I can drag you. I would hope my Soul has enough sense to walk like a lady but we will see. Come on, get up. I order you in the name of the Angel."
AZRAEL
"The Avenging Angel " 