Today was one of those days where the sky went insane, puffed up and cried tears. Was no one else questioning why the hell water fell from the sky? From clouds that somehow form? Well, despite my assassin's mind, I actually enjoy questioning the more scientific and philosophical aspects of life in my down time. The frustrating thing is, I am not large enough yet to stick my face into the clouds to see what exactly is going on up there. I am currently lounging under a ledge, watching the rain fall and the clouds sprint across the sky. I am annoyed, however, at the constant sound of dripping from gathering water. It is not nearly as annoying as the constantly running and falling sound of waterfalls, endlessly falling for no god damn reason. The logic water has is terrible and I do not like it. I must drink the stuff, however, as I am sure it fuels the blood. I mean, blood has a similar consistency, but I do not truly know the purpose of drinking water other than satisfying that irritating sensation called thirst.

I lay on a dry spot under the cliff, on my belly of creamy grey. My paws lay straight in front of me, my body positioned amazingly, like a statue of an ancient goddess. I am certain I am a goddess, a deity in disguise for fun, for the challenge of it. I know I will rise and destroy all there is to destroy. I am patient, waiting for my body to grow to full size, which is soon for sure. I am a beast, a tank of a wolf. I am not girl to toy with, for I am training in the way of the assassin. I will kill. I will dominate. No one will stop me.

In the midst of my own thoughts I am interrupted by movement in the distance. It isn't the movement of rain slapping on the trees. It is some black creature running to hide in a cliff near by. My coppers eyes watch him from a distance, my tail flicking in the dirt. Who is he? What is he doing here? Is he in the pack? I don't care. Not really. But I do. If he is annoying I want him gone. I don't want some annoying random black wolf in my sights on this annoying rainy day. I must put a stop to this.

With one elegant movement, my black and grey body rose up. I walk in a slow lope, I walk with an unmistakable confidence right towards him. I push through the foliage, wet and green, with ease. I am not being stealthy, I want him to know I am coming. I am coming to inspect him for his worth and he should know it.

My copper eyes stare right into his own eyes, my black face spotted with dark grey and brown unwavering in neutrality. I am unreadable to strangers. I let them see what I want them to see and nothing more. This boy looks weird with his weird markings, and my copper eyes narrow slightly to show my distaste. Annoying boy. Annoying rain. I walk right up to him, I hold myself high and mighty, I show that I am a girl stunning and perfection in the body. I stop before him under the cliff. I hold my silence for a moment as I examine him. I am not wet, thank to him. My fur is soaked but I do not care, it will not hinder me in any way. I stand before him, all wet and annoyed though I don't let him know I am annoyed. To him, I am just a beautiful girl with a face that holds no emotion. That is how I want it, and that is how it is going to be.

He doesn't know the language, I am sure of it. He doesn't hold the regal and refined look, like I do. He looks like a big over sized oaf. Well, I guess I am done looking over the awkward looking boy. I had been silently staring at him face to face for a few moments I suppose I should speak to him.

"What is you doing here? You is being annoying to me, just as rain is like flea," I say, my voice like sweet honey flowing from my lips. My copper eyes, flecked with a brilliant blue, still stare into him, as if I am burning into his very soul to see if there is anything but annoying there. If there is anything of worth, and really not anyone has really gotten my approval before. Even Heyel is starting to get on my nerves with his own arrogance. I am starting to think I cursed, a god bound to a mortal body to be tortured by unintelligent idiots. They seem to be everywhere. I assume this big thing is just like everyone else.

The rain really annoys me. I feel a drop of water from the rocks above drip on my side and I cannot help be react. With the quickness of a cheetah, the agility of a angered snake, I twist my hear around to snap at the water, my teeth of white perfection, gleaming and shining with my black lips that were curled into a snarl. The hackles on my back, black like the darkest of night raise in aggression towards the...water. Yes, I am irritated at falling water, so what? The stuff is annoying, constantly poking and making noise. I don't care about getting wet like my dumb Uncle. Azrael was a dumb ass for sure, almost to the point that I question the real integrity of the Art that I am trained in. Heyel made it sound like some grand wonderful thing, but with my own pitiful sister, unknown half breed, and the idiocy of Azrael can be accepted into it, well, it can't be all that great, can it? I will have to be the best to prove how worthless they all really are.

"Well?" I say as I snap my head back around. He better answer me quickly. My patience is running thin today for some reason. If he doesn't satisfy me, I might just have to...be more annoyed...I can't attack pack...I must remember this.