One eye raised in momentary surprise as the older male mentioned his age. Eighteen. Well, at least I was younger then someone, if only just. Of course I saw no need to mention my own slowly growing number of years, merely nodding in acceptance of his own admission, lips quirking slightly at his chuckle. Perhaps he found old age amusing- I had no such reservation, in fact, if given any chance at all I would be inclined to take ten years off. There was nothing remotely useful about getting old as far as I could tell. Of course, with years came experience and indeed I had a lifetime of experiences and yet as far as I was concerned the only good that would come of such a thing would be the ability to sit in the sun and think back to a time when I was actually useful. I snorted. I have no time for old age whatsoever and honestly I am rather done thinking about it.

“Yes, you are old. Maybe you should run less- might give yourself a heart attack.”

I snapped slightly impolitely, irritated momentarily at this creature who seemed to have the ability to find humour in old age where I couldn’t. I brushed the thoughts aside with ease, once more allowing the violet of my gaze to rest against him, considering the implications of his next words, features forming a scowl before my own chuckle rumbled forward, lips pulling into a ready smirk. Laugh and mock all you want little old wolf, you have no idea what I am capable off. I merely raised one eye and nothing more. If he wished to ‘pretend’ not to be afraid then so be it, as far as I was concerned he had little to be afraid of anyway, he didn’t seem of any actual use to me so far and after this conversation was over I would be content to ignore him for whatever measly existence he had left. He might be a wolf of Iromar yet he hardly seemed dangerous or even really useful. We shall see. His relation to Zen, on the other hand, is a point of interest. Honestly, how such a delicate and lovely creature as my Zen could be born from this……boulder was a debatable thing. Her Mother must have been quite a creature to add such refinement and taste to her offspring, after all, Zen has a very nice form and it was evidently not inherited from this thing.

Ears pricked forward as he spoke of these daughters, two names unfamiliar to myself before the mention of Zen, my features remaining impassive as if such information meant nothing and was no more then a passing exchange. From what I know of this creature before me he is neither particularly kind nor was a very good leader in his day and while his temperament and leadership skills are of no actual relevance to myself I do find a mild agitation settling within my form. This was the creature whom had given Zen such a hard time as a child? My tail flicked in agitation though it remained carefully controlled- for now. It should hardly matter to me what sort of man this Amissus had been in his younger years and yet for whatever reason- it did. I protect what is mine and some part of my mind had evidently decided that in some way or form- Zen was mine. What was also clear was that this Amissus was unaware his daughter lingered so close. Curious. How much didn’t this creature know?

“I see. I have daughters myself, seven of them, all very close to here, a few sons as well, six at last count. No sons yourself then? Tell me, did old Baphomet actually manage to Father any more pups this past spring?”

So I was a little curios, after all, I’d rather know how many yearlings I had to slay come the next spring.


h e y e l
Angel King of Moladion