It was the eyes I suppose. Either that or I had managed to contort the image of my infant brother into something else entirely. Honestly I hardly ever come to this unsavoury part of Moladion, this is a place for loners, the badly-bred and the mongrels of this world. Wolves not worthy to look upon one of the Angels, let alone the city we hailed from. I was also rather inclined to ignore any and all forms of water at the risk of ruining the utter perfection that is my pelt with liquid or misguided sand and yet the small white wolf with the eyes of violet, the eyes of the Angels on a pelt of snow with fine limbs and obvious pedigree was what sent me forward in a single and misguided flare of hope. For a moment, just a moment as I lunged from the trees, my own exquisite form so powerful, so tall sailing effortlessly through the air, I thought it was Kael. I thought my baby Brother had returned, that perhaps I had one less wound against my heart, aching and burning and bleeding, a failure in my oath to defend the blood of my family, to never have a single drop shed again. I landed behind her....her, a female, her scent strong on the breeze and indeed as my eyes so exquisite, eyes of violet and sky blue opalescent glanced across her form I realised she was to young, to small and to.....fragile to have ever been my Brother. Besides, her eyes were the wrong shade. She looked to be an Angel yet her scent was wrong, her build was wrong as I towered above her, long limbs moving forward still as I approached, agitation and anger lingering within the rare beauty of my gaze. Little wretch. How dare she deceive me! How dare she lie with her snowy pelt and violet eyes and make me think that for maybe just a moment.....that Kael still lived. To bring him home would be to receive a reward like no other, to give my Father back his son, my Brother, to say that just one more had survived the fall of the sky would surely see my Father look upon me with favour once more, to reconsider his choice in allowing Isola to rule next. It didn’t matter- not now. This....child (though she was only three years younger then myself) was not who she was supposed to be.
I snorted, irritated as I stopped before her, glaring down as the sun lit my pelt to white gold, the Angel Mark along my shoulders, a symbol of my blood, my breeding and my royalty glowed like burning embers as I paused. Honestly how had I ever been fooled. This girl had dirt on her face, like ash or soot, her muzzle blackened in that vile shade. She wasn’t one of us, or at least, not one I knew, perhaps a distant relative at best though she carried no Angel Mark, no touch of scarlet on her white pelt and indeed I had never met any one of us who bore a black muzzle. She was merely a begrudgingly well-bred loner, though a loner nonetheless. Useless. Really I hardly had the right to be made at the girl, she hadn’t done anything. I had lunged at her from the trees and yet it was as if I sought to punish her for ever getting my hopes up at all, as if she were to blame in that moment for the fact that Kael and Lucifer and Mother were gone. She wasn’t to blame, this I knew and yet I hardly cared. I was angry and annoyed, my paws, once pristine where now mildly damp and my hair had become ruffled, all reason to yell at a defenceless and innocent scrap of a child who had dared to impersonate Kael. One eye raised, handsome features (after all, we are famous for our looks) lifint upward in jest.
"Well....who are you then? You look like one of the Angels, but none of us would ever be caught dead wearing dirt on our face like a commoner and you’d better have a damn good excuse for....for......wandering unaccompained through this...location. Don’t you have some pack to go to, Small and Insignificant Child?"
Yes I am fully grown and yes I am mocking a child. I never was patient and I never handled disappointment well. I also have no patience for children and what may well be some kind of poorly bred relative. Either way I fixed the gangly yearling with a sufficiently agitated stare as my perfect, hard and toned form stood above her own. Honestly if she didn’t know who I was, she was about to, not that there could be any mistake. Royalty shines threw in all cases, especially the heir of Heyel himself.
I’m waiting.
((He has a massive royalty, god-complex going on, but he’s not all bad haha once he gets over himself. I just figured they might be able to have some fun with each other. ;) ))
AZRAEL
"4 Years ~ No Mate ~ Soul of Andromeda ~ Heir of Heyel ~ Angel of Diveen " 