I am honestly feeling anti-social. I am not in the mood to deal with Azrael or Malina. I don't want to see the ugly little face of Khaeesi or whatever her name is. I don't want to see any of them but I must. Heyel's call filled the air and I am riled out of my den. I grunt with displeasure as I shift out of the darkness and into the light of the day. I feel the warmth of spring wash over my dark frame as I stretch my long, thick legs out. I take my damn sweet time because I feel like it. I am no longer a pup. I am a feel grown girl, a beast of a female in frame and mind. I am almost an exact replica of Azrael, of course with a much superior mind. My dear Uncle was an unstable creature, volatile and unable to control himself. Unable to think with clarity in all situations. He is flawed and there is reason why Heyel doesn't favor him. My creamy grey paws carry me with an elegant ease, over the terrain of dirt and foliage. I walk with a grace that the earth and the universe has never seen before. Now fully grow, there is no awkward ratios in my body. I am completely fleshed out and I have the body of a goddess in wolf form. My copper eyes come upon the gather, the gathering below as I traverse the heights of Diveen. Great. They are all there. All but Micteca but I would be happy to never see my little pathetic sister again.

From a distance my imagination takes hold of my mind. It warps and distorts the real world as I see my paw squish them all with ease, one day when I am large and powerful, above all else in my perfection. None were worthy of this life, not truly and I know I will ascend well beyond any of this little gather. I push forward, my dark fur glistening in the light, I am aflame with energy and yet I am so calm. I am so calm and I am so steady. My facial features do not alter for them. I can make my face look dead, though it is my eyes that give me an intensity. This intensity is more than any other wolf could ever dream of having, my coppers lit with brilliant flecks of blue. I could rip you apart with my eyes, with one stare.

I allow my form to edge closer to the little gathering. I see that Aaliyah is acting as if she belongs here, as if she is something in this world other than a disappointment, a scar on the face of perfection that is the Angels. She allows the most demonic of demons to dominate her, to let himself inside of her and to combine. She is a shame on all, she is a creature that does not deserve life and her children are nothing but little abominations that need to have their skulls cracked with my jaws until I suck all the life out of them. I can fully agree with Azrael on this point. I let my eyes rest on her as she cuddles up next to Heyel. This is one of those moments where I question the true leadership of my Grandfather. If I had a child like Aaliyah, she would be killed on the spot. I would not tolerate such a glitch in my bloodline. This is why I am superior. I do not let love get the in the way of what is right. Aaliyah is unworthy and Heyel should know it.

I honestly don't want to get close to anyone here. I don't want to feel the warmth of their bodies emanating onto me and I don't want to breathe their air. I stand at a distance at first. I only hear what Azrael says and it almost brings a grin to my face. Almost. I know that I am superior to my dear Uncle but I do enjoy his antics. Azrael's jig was up though. I had known before anyone else that the black female was living in his den. He was stupid to think that I wouldn't find out. I a creature who blends in with the shadows, who prowls around unnoticed and yes I take in every scent in the land an analyze it. I knew he had a female there and I knew she would come out eventually. I saw her well before she was taken to Iromar, blowing her cover completely. Azrael must hate to know that he failed to hide her from me. I won and it was as simple as that. And now because he failed to feed her properly we got involved in this mess with Iromar.

I say nothing of course as I saunter up to the group. I definitely brighten the scene with my gorgeous face, despite its forever neutral state. Not even among allies do I allow my face to shift unless it benefits me completely. I take a page out of Devil's book, I do not barge into the middle of the group or make myself the center of anything. I may be the ultimate deity of the universe, but I enjoy being unknown at times. I am an observant girl and I prefer to watch, to know what the others are thinking and what they will do from their body language. I do not sit, but I stand my grand form up as I await the words of Heyel. He better hurry up. I don't have time for these games.