I knew the time would come for this. There was all this talk about Isola leading, taking the place over my Heyel. I was displeased to say the least. I don't have any real beef with the girl, but she is no Heyel, and she will never be. I cannot believe that he is not going to take charge and be the leader I know he is. I am not one to argue right now though, I am to train under Heyel and with him being free from leadership, it does mean I get more of him to myself. That is what really matters.
I hear the song that Isola sings, all sorts of annoying racket if you ask me. I twitch my black ear in irritation, rising to my paws swiftly. I know Heyel will be going to that call, and that is the only reason why I get up and bother in the first place. My allegiance is to Heyel and his happens to be with his whole family, thus I am stuck with more than what I desire in life. I am not the most social of creatures, not in the friendly and playful manner. I don't have time for silly games and useless talk. My mind is always expanding, growing faster than creeping vines in the forest. When I am not training, I spend my time contemplating life, the universe, and everything. My force is not just in my physical body, which is pristine, large and fit. It is with my mind, my superior intelligence and pure determination. I have it all and yet I know I can become drunk with power. I enjoy a good kill, I love sinking my jaws into the weak, pushing down with all my force and sucking the life out of the unworthy. I admit that there are primal forces within me that drive me to be this way, and I have to say that I enjoy it.
I follow Heyel closely, I am never that far away from him. I keep him in ear shot, or visual range at all times. He is the most revered creature in these lands, his name is known and I am no fool. I must watch his every move to know what makes him this way, and then I can surpass him with my collective knowledge. He comes upon the group and it is then that I hang back. My frame comes to a slow halt and I sit upon my creamy grey, fine and defined haunches. My copper eyes observe all that have gathered, and they observe carefully, taking in much but showing very little themselves. Heyel speaks to Malina, my tolerated fellow assassin and really I prefer seeing her there than some of these other no faces. A few of my uncles show their faces, and it seems everyone is always sucking up to the new potential alphas. I do admit, I do tailor myself to Heyel's liking when he is around. It is only natural to do so for such greatness but Isola and Kane...I have less desire to do the same but know I must in order to achieve. I will not light up my face and put on a smile for anyone though, I smile for myself and myself only.
After a moment of watching from a distance, I stand tall, because it is hard not to stand tall when you are a monster of a female. Let's see, Heyel loves Isola, wants her to be greatness and blah blah blah, I see use in playing nice with her for now. I have an intimidating appearance, a strong confident walk as I come upon the group. I do not hold my tail high, I am no fool. I make my way next to my Heyel, giving a slight nod towards the female and her mate.
"Isola and Kane, Et spero per gratiam nos, et super omnem domum lucere solem."
(Isola and Kane, I hope you both lead us with grace, and bring the sun to shine upon all of the family. )
My voice is calm and even, my eyes shooting from one to the other, and yet I still show little to nothing in terms of emotion. Hopefully at least Isola may understand, I am an assassin in training, and I use my skills at all times and all situations. I must practice to be best, and be the best I will.
Three Years - Adored by None - Fated to Covet |