Oh Heyel. He does choose the path I so thought he would choose, yet a little altered from my original guess. Heyel was a master dancer, a male designed to twist the nature of things to suit his will. He does not even answer my question properly. This disappoints me, that he cannot even dance around the subject properly. Yes, I had worded my question very carefully. Not to say that I put a lot of thought into it, I didn't. I am naturally talented in that regard. I know how to manipulate the art of the language to my advantage. It comes with ease, as my internal logic is refined to that of a goddess. I do, of course, consider myself a deity. One above all. I assume this life is just one boring step before I ascend to a high level of being. Maybe one gets bored being a goddess over all that is large and small, and constricts oneself to different forms just for the hell of it. That is what I have determined my existence was about. Yet I am still one to take offense, for I am still forced to live this life. I take offense over the years of me being lied to of my origin. Now, maybe I would be less bitter if my origin had been left mysterious, but no, that was not the case.

Heyel does seem to give me a peek into his little game. He mentions the sames of two others, names never mentioned to my ears before. Okay, so he failed to answer my question properly since I did not ask about the birth itself, but the day of it. I assume one would remember the day of their children's birth, despite where they were in the world. Sure, he failed to answer that for he knew not the of the day Eris was born. He was not aware of her birth at all. She was nothing to him on the day of her birth. But I must give Heyel credit, he speaks of siblings I have never heard of. Heyel always brags about his children, he still mentions Eris despite her being dead. Heyel would not be the kind to ignore his own children and never mention them to me. I keep my stare steady upon him as he offers me only the typical Heyel smile. My features allow a change a pace, a small, tiny smirk that I allow to pass on my features from time to time, when I am really amused and don't mind others knowing it. I lift my head a little, a single brow lifting.

"Vereor ne parum meisque quaestio, Heyel. Non quaeritur ortus, sed de die in diem, nisi memor eius nati sunt parentes, si non adesset. At vero suscipiam vos dicitis quia licet novaculata ante ora cucurrit."
(I am afraid you failed to answer my question, Heyel. I did not ask of the birth itself, but of that day, for surely a father would remember the day his children were born, if he was present or not. But I will accept your answer for the sliver of truth that you allowed to run past your lips.)

I then rise from my seated position. My form so great was lifted with ease despite the weight of my own skin, for I am larger and arguably more powerful than Heyel at this point, but I am not here to test his physical prowess. He can sit in the sun like some mountain cat for all I care, honestly he acts pretty much like the felines that prowl around the likes to Moladion. I still keep my copper eyes glued to that of his violets, his own eyes crossed with a wariness, because he knows that I, Ava, would not ask such stupid questions without a reason. I hardly caring for the day of Eris' birth or the details of the day or any of that nonsense. This was about me and Heyel. I am no longer his apprentice, I am no longer his grandchild. I hold my head high, as one of my rank would do, and I allow my cool confidence to blend with the very air around us. I allow my muzzle to get dangerously close to his, though there is no malice in my actions, not truly, for I am not out to harm Heyel in these moments. I may be out for blood, but I am not here to drink it. I linger close, an intensity in my eyes as they narrow slightly, blue bursting from within the confines copper. I part my lips to speak, my voice a bit more harsh than before, but a harshness so beautiful, so stunning when done by a creature such as I.

"Quare peto te prorsus, Heyel et confirmatione non quaero abs te petitur, si tantum ad me tuus verum si saltare solis flamma accensa esset pede. Tu saltator, Heyel, atque per, et non minus arbitror. Sol sum, Heyel, et immobiles quasi lapis in tenebris pede."
(You know exactly why I ask, Heyel, and I seek no confirmation from you, I sought only to see if you would tell me the truth or if you would dance like your paws were lit by the flames of the sun. You are a dancer, Heyel, through and through, and I expect no less. I am afraid the sun has set, Heyel, and my paws as still as stone within the shadows.)

I linger for a moment more, my eyes still intense before I rip them away from him, pulling myself back slightly as I turn my head to the side. I do my typical overlook of the land, looking for anyone that may be watching us or listening near by. I look from one direction to the other, browsing over every bush and every little corner that may move. I am still one who dislikes others knowing what I do not wish them to know, and I am not about to take chances with this information. I let my head tilt slightly, not returned to Heyel's face quite yet.

"Scio veram originem Eris, et suspicio mea a cucullo pup confirmátus. Puto autem quod et ego non resurrexit, ut non effundatur sanguis meus est, et non est negandum, quod volunt, velum operuit oculos. Non currit per venas sanguine gutta, Heyel ego crederet ductum."
(I know of the true origin of Eris, and my suspicions from pup hood have been confirmed. I have been raised to believe I am what I am not, that my blood is what it is not, and there is no denying that a veil was intentionally covering my eyes. Not a single drop of your blood runs through my veins, Heyel, as I was lead to believe.)

I twist my head back around, my cunning eyes highlighting my slightly...harsher features on my dark, daring face. I look at him again, my eyes play all over his features to read whatever he allowed, or whatever got past his little defense system. I let my tail lash to show my irritation, for he needs to that I am, indeed, irritated. I am not pleased to find out of the lies, that the blood of Heyel was not within me. I even allow a slight twitch of my lip, to show the very tip of my young, sharp fang. It was not a threat, but it did show the...seriousness of the situation. He was wary, as he should be, as all should be around me. I slowly lean my muzzle in closer, taking a step with my creamy grey paw, copper eyes passing his as I walk around his left side, my amazingly muscular frame moving with a grace unknown to many. I fall into a sit half way past him, silence so thick between us, and yet I was not done, not yet.

"Ego enim ex sanguinibus, Heyel."
(I am out for blood, Heyel.)

I say this so carefully, so dark and yet, it was not said in such a way to imply violence, no, quite the contrary. I wasn't out for the red blood that runs through veins. I was out for something more. I may not have the blood of Heyel in my veins, but it doesn't mean that I cannot be completed. It was only logical in my mind, to combine the greatest of lines together. It was a sacrifice I had to make, for the greater good, for my blood to be the best. I would raise children that would rule the world along my side, and Heyel, well, he was getting old. I was not sure how much time he had life on this Earth. It may not be now or never, but I must get to work sooner than later on this little...matter at hand. I slowly turn and look over my shoulder, copper eye peering out like a lit ember. If he doesn't...understand what I am getting at, I will clarify. Let us first see how he reacts.