I suppose Diveen is my new home, with Heyel's daughter, my Aunt Isola as leader. I am a bit disappointed that my Grandfather decided to step down. Isola is okay, probably he most worthy of his other children aside from Azrael. I would almost prefer him in rule over her, but I have no control over the situation. Point is, Isola has sent everyone off to go meet new wolves or something ridiculous like that. I am only doing this because I know it will please Heyel, I am by no means doing this for the alphess. This is going to be the most difficult and annoying of challenges. I don't like meeting new wolves, I don't like talking to them or associating with them. None are worthy of my time, and time is everything, the ultimate currency. This also means I must speak in the common tongue instead of the most beautiful Latin, the true and ancient tongue that shows one's true glory. How do I even choose which wolf to talk to? How annoying.
So I find myself walking around the crater, on my limbs of creamy grey and spotted in brown, brown from my father that I loathe touching my pelt. This brown was such a shame and I twitch my lip thinking about it. Luckily, my pelt is covered in shadow on much of my body, black layering in with dark grey. I think they are excellent colors for an Assassin in training like I, I blend in with the surroundings more than my white kin. That is right, I am an Assassin being trained under the greatest of Assassins, my Grandfather Heyel. I will obviously turn out the most superior of all Assassins, as I have a drive to be so, a determination to be the best at whatever I set my mind to. I am no non sense, all business, and I don't play games. Turns out no one wants to play games with mammoths like me either, I am a giant of a girl and honestly I dislike it more than like it. I remember the days of being younger, more agile and less burly. I am a tank now, and being three winters old, I am still growing to full height.
My copper eyes see a few wolves as I walk around, but I see nothing of interest about them. Some are as young as I but I can tell from a distance they act like pups still. No way I will approach annoying creatures like that. There must be more around here, my nose can smell them in the spring air. One sent in particular is carried to me, I pay little mind to it but happen to continue in that direction. The land is a bit more barren than I prefer, there are plenty of rocks and dirt, and there are caves lining the edge of the crater. I do not go in these caves, there are too many places for others to hide and I am not supposed to KILL these new wolves, I am supposed to befriend them or something obscene like that.
I begin to sing to pass the time, as I usually do. I sing quietly to myself in my ancient language, My voice is like honey, sweet and yet thick, filling the ears and tempting the soul. I am not only blessed with a glorious voice, but I work on perfecting it with each note. I glide along the surface of the earth, little creatures scurrying around, some racing from me since I am a predator, I could be the death of them if I so chose, but they are lucky that I am feeling nice today. My senses inform me that water is near by, and I lick my lips at the thought of drinking some of the sublime liquid. With grace I go, through the scattered trees and brush, as I still sing and sing so beautifully. I see the water with my eyes, and I am quick to halt before the waterfall. I look up and narrow my eyes at it, it irritates me, this waterfall. I imagine growing large, so large that I crush the waterfall with my paw, I alter landscape with ease and make that irritating noise of water falling forever go away. Yes, I am annoyed by the constant sound of the waterfall, and I flick my tail as I take a drink of the liquid, glaring at it the whole time.
My eyes do not remain glaring long, they catch something black on the other side. My lips part from the water, my black ears perking in the wolf's direction. He is just...laying there, close to this annoying water. I stare at him for a moment, as he lay with head on his paws, dark and mysterious. I guess I can be friends with this guy. It shouldn't be too hard, right? I am Ava, the Assassin and Greatest of Great, of course I can be the Greatest at making friends too. I straighten up, humming my beautiful song still, and my long limbs extend, and I jump onto a rock, one after the other, avoiding the water with ease until...well...I find myself without a place to jump to. I stand for a moment, great and tall, I blink once before I shrug to myself. It isn't like that water is deep. I allow my paws to dip into the liquid, and I come to the other side of the male, looking down on him. I stand silent for a moment...isn't he going to say something to me? do I need to say something first? I will say something first I guess.
"Quid agis...er...," I turned my head, damn it, common tongue Ava, common tongue! I turn my head back to him, confidence seeping from my every pore though my face is naturally serious and not friendly.
"Water that falls forever, the sound never ends. You is here laying, you is listening. You is not annoyed? Liking it you is?" I ask, as I stare at him probably in a rude fashion. Okay, so I do not have much interaction with others outside of assassin training, and I rarely speak the common tongue. I will be the best with the common tongue, I swear, but...right now...I just need some improvement. I can't help it if who I spend most of my time with speaks Latin, I just never get the chance to use it.
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