The day was growing late, the shadows of the afternoon drawing longer between the trees and caves that marked the Western Crater in all its sinful glory. I moved between them, long, powerful limbs, the result of perfection breeding perfection for so long allowing my large, toned frame to move with silence and grace, twisting and contorting with the shadows of the day as I attempted to remain free from the sun. My pelt, as white as any snow ever was, while being a mark of my bloodline, a symbol in this land of the greatest family, the most powerful family to ever walk upon it....is also an unfortunate beacon that tends to glow in the fading sun, wreathing my ethereal form in a pale golden halo and lighting up my Angel Mark, the stretch of charcoal and scarlet like a wound bled across my shoulders, like burning embers. I was not born to hide, none of us are and yet our blood is so old, so pure and untainted, a blood that for so long has performed the Great Art that resigns us to the shadows. We are born of Angels they say, marked by them like blood on snow, the scarlet the symbol of the work we do, the work my family has done for generations upon generations and yet even I have wondered why it is that we are all born white, surely the Angels would have gifted their mortal descendants with dark pelts as they did the Demons we hunt? Then again, we are not as they, we do not need darkness, we were born to chase the sun, to glow in the light- born to hold the darkness at bay and indeed within Moladion we have done that very, very well. Even with the loss of Trenus within the flames, the first and greatest Angel Empire we have emerged strong again. Diveen rises with Isola at its lead and the Assassins, well, we are doing rather well. Angel-blood does not burn apparently- we lost only two.....and my Mother.
I pushed the thought of Zeivah away with as much vehemence as I could muster. My Mother was a Goddess on this earth, the only truly valuable female in existence, after all, girls are good for very few things and if I have my way, everyone will soon see it. Perhaps Andromeda is the exception to this also, after all the girl is the bearer of my soul, chosen for some unknown reason by fate itself to have the privilege, the honour of being my other half. Yet she remains a secret from my Pack, from my Brothers and Sisters of both the Art and blood. She is a weakness, my only weakness in this life and to refuse to acknowledge her is to keep her safe, at least until my plans have been achieved. I snorted once more, soft within the fading daylight as I slipped silently along the hillside, hunting, searching. Demons have been seen near here, there have been reports, screams in the night and so I have come to silence them, though it would seem these Demons remain elusive. Scents are weak and old, hardly worth the effort of my ethereal form to climb this side of the hill as I paused within the shadows that recoiled from my pelt in an agitating manner. Eyes of violet and blue, opalescent in their sheen, the trait of my bloodline scanned the area, narrowing slightly as a form shifted within the distance, a large, black pelted creature. Were cannibals this blatant now? To just shuffle about without cover? My eyes narrowed as I moved, body swift and liquid upon the earth, paws finding firm footing, silent as possible as I made my way towards the other, circling wide as the black male seemed to increase his pace. Perhaps he was aware he was being followed? Either that or he required more of a run to get himself up the hill, hardly surprising really, few are fortunate to have my divine breeding. Either way I pursued him, lingering behind until the wind shifted, bringing his scent towards me. Hmm....this was no Demon, no, his scent was new, untainted by even the pungent odour of Moladion itself. He was a loner and a new one at that.
I stepped forward, blatantly this time, sliding from the undergrowth as a smirk laced its way across my lips, ridiculously handsome features turned towards him, paws treading heavily to make him aware of my presence, after all- if he wasn’t a threat it hardly mattered if he knew I was here or not. Eyes of blue and lilac remained against him, appraising him as I turned a loose circle, tall, toned frame sliding easily to a stop in front of him, allowing him full view of my splendour. Assassin or not, i know exactly what I look like and really I have no issue with showing it off. I was born vain, I make no apologies and if you looked like a God you wouldn’t either. Not that this fellow was half bad, a good size, obviously powerful and really, while I would no doubt enjoy hunting done the Demons plotting to consume him this very moment I am unfortunately forced to offer some warning to the fellow with the unattractive dark pelt.
"Well, well, what brings one such as yourself to the West this late in the evening, hmm? You’re on the wrong side of the Crater you know, unless you partake cannibalism of course. I am however, going to assume that you don’t, in which case I recommend you find yourself a Pack or some shelter for the night and stay there until the morning. Loners tend to get eaten around here at night."
I shrugged nonchalantly, awaiting his answer. He would either take my advice and move on, or stay and find himself preyed upon, it hardly mattered. He could probably fight one or two of them off himself, he seemed capable- but more than that and he was going to have a problem. I could help of course, let’s just see how I feel.
((Lysander seemed to want to meet someone with connections, so I sent him someone with them haha))
AZRAEL
"4 years ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ Bound to Andromeda ~ Prince of Diveen" 