I could almost feel a snarl tingling in my throat as he says he has never lied to me. He still dances, that cannot be denied. I am tired of him speaking of irrelevant things, things that do not matter. It is deception I speak of, and deception is not the same as lies, though it sorta is. It is just as bad anyway. So he says I never asked, though really, did he expect all of his grand children to ask if he was really their relative by blood? Is that what he expects from all the puppies born this season? Oh wait, it doesn't matter with them, for they are of blood. The only pups that will be deceived this year are Alyx and Elijah, and I am already on the way to destroying that deception and allow them to see the world as it really is, not under some happy little song that everyone likes to sing. I twist my head harshly at his words, obvious displeasure gracing my always gorgeous features.

"Ne mox negaverunt, et tamen negare non video dolus. Deceptio est propagare opinionibus qui non sunt vera, aut non est tota veritatem ... per dimidium vera vel omissiones. Ego credebam te esse plus quam manifestum meum sanguinem relativa, et per omissionem seduxisti me. Tu nosti licet ad credendum quod falsum est veritatem. Quod non est LITIGIOSUS."(You may not have lied directly, and yet I do not see you denying deception. Deception is to propagate beliefs that are not true, or not the whole truth...through half truths or omissions. It was more than obvious I thought you were my blood relative, and through omission you deceived me. You allowed me to believe things that were false when you knew the truth. That is not deniable. )

I do not see how he could argue otherwise. It would only simple logic. He can try his best to come out as the good guy, but it won't work with me. I know the truth and I know it was covered it. I know that no one told me what they very easily could have. It is insulting to not let me know my true bloodline. I do not care if they were trying to protect me from this truth. I prefer the truth over believing something differently. I keep my attention on Heyel though, as he decides to go off and talk like he usually does. Maybe he is trying to convince himself that he is good, he right and righteous as always. That is the only one he could possibly convince: himself, for I have already determined that he was not right in this situation no matter what he says. He speaks of completely irrelevant things and it is quite irritating. He could be a master is battology. How one is raised is different than the blood that runes through their veins. They are two completely different worlds, and he sees only the importance in upbringing. He is trying so hard to be focused on this aspect on the issue, when that isn't really a big part of it at all. Not in my eyes. This kinds of thing is subjective, he may believe one, or at least try to make be believe that is what he thinks, but I may believe another. I know that blood is thicker than water. I know that he will always favor his true blood over all else, in the end. It is Heyel, the king of arrogance. Anything that spawns from his loins will always be better, simply because it comes from him.

"Impertinens. Non refert. Loqueris ad cultum humanum fabricatum nuance. Loquor de sanguine Heyel non educationi. Ex quibus corpus meum loquor. Mater, ut dicis, ne ius esset doceri sanguis meus? Multa mihi discere, non autem genuit meis? Hoc dico, cum dico dolus. Datum et sanguinis cogitare, cogitavi quod non recte imperatum, cum facile mihi veritatem. Hoc mutat ... potentia salit in futurum, et liberos meos, pro facultatum mutat. Numquid non curat illas facultates?"
(Irrelevant. It matters not. You speak of culturally constructed nuance. I speak of blood, Heyel, not upbringing. I speak of those of which my body has come from. According to you and Mother, I had to no right to be taught my true blood? I was to be taught many things, but not what gave birth to my line? This is what I speak of when I speak of deception. My bloodline was not what I thought and I was allowed to think incorrectly when it could have easily been told to me, the truth. This changes my...potential mates in the future, and changes the possibilities for my children. Do you care not for those possibilities? )

I keep my head turned to view Heyel, his fangs gleaming in the sun for moment in his own irritation. Good. I want him to be irritated. Let him be unhappy that I found out the truth, that the cannibal Jaidah stumbled upon me and revealed to me that all was not how it seemed. She may be dead now, she may have even been crazy, but it was enough to get me here, where I am now. It may be enough to get me exactly what I want. Of course, gracious Heyel had decided to let me know even more, but really, I wonder what else he is excluding from the vast amount of knowledge in his mind. But, there it is, a little gem that Heyel allows to fall past his lips. If he could rectify it, he would. Well, there is one thing he could do...only one that would make this little thing...disappear. Our forms are lightly touching, not that I intended it. I know he is not happy about all this, that is displeases him probably as much as it displeases me. Maybe it is lucky for this Jaidah that she is already dead, for I think that if she were alive, Heyel would go take care of immediately after this discussion.

"Si vultis aperirique possit. Quod ita sit, Heyel? Video enim quia uno tantum solutio ad hoc meliores. Memento sum ​​a sanguine Angelorum. Porto sanguinem, in me parri Eliphaz et praeterita. Ita ut sanguis non velit feruntur in corpus densum, quantum possum facere in futurum."
(You would rectify if you could. Is that so, Heyel? For I see only one solution to make this any better. I am not graced with the blood of Angels. I carry within me the blood of Assassins and Alphas past. I may not have the blood I so wished carried thickly within my body, but I can do the best for the future.)

I turn my head around, attempting to meet his violet gaze with the harshness...and yet, fondness, of my copper eyes. I know not if he will dare look at me. I could very well scare him away with my little...proposition. I would not be happy by such things, but I will still get by. His rejection of me would just lead me to find another...purpose to my current life on this planet. I am sure I would fall into the realm from which my true ancestors came. I can tell that my blood is very different than that of Angels. I have a lust for blood, death, and suffering that the others do not desire. They seek only...vengeance. I seek something more. Part of me, almost enjoys being so different from them. It excites me knowing that I am superior to many of the Angels that surround me. It is also exciting to know that I can create the ultimate of wolves to serve under me. My own children can be created from the best of Moladion. The potential is endless, and logically, it made the most sense for the strongest of lines to combine into one. If only he would look at me.

I lifted my great form once more, pivoting with ease on my skilled paws. I am always the most graceful of females and males. I move like the air is apart of me. I move as if the Earth moves under me, not I over it. i walk so the sun cast over my blackened visage as I stand before him, forcing his violet gaze upon me, so he can see the serious dash in my gaze, so he can see the beauty in my form and in my strength, so he can see that I, Ava, am of different blood that should not be cast aside. I stand tall, taller than he could ever be, and my pelt may be dark but it shines within the rays of light. My own copper eyes seem to glow, so softly among the darkness of my frame. I am confident. I hold no aggression or irritation of before, and now I speak with my voice of heaven, strong willed before him.

"Si de sanguine illius non sit splendidus Angelorum, beatum tam liberis quam vellem. Ego autem non sum, quae sunt, sed non in umbra mitti. Da sanguinis ultimus miscere vires in ambobus. Hoc modo corrigere est."
(If I cannot be graced with the blood of Angels, than I wish for my children to be blessed with such. I cannot be what I had thought, but they do not have to be cast in shadow. Give me your blood, as to combine the ultimate strength in us both. That is the only way to rectify this.)

I hold my stare, keeping watch over his face. I know not what he will say. I know not what he will do. I expect rejection, completely, but a part of me cannot hold back. I cannot allow this to go unheard. If he will not allow it, so be it. He will lose me even though I doubt he realizes that is what would happen. I would no longer live in Diveen knowing I must settle for second best. I cannot...I will not settle for second best. I want to create the ultimate in blood, and if I do not get it, I do not know what my mind will...do. For now, I must wait before Heyel, with my face so calm, so serious before him. Will he see the opportunity before us? Or will he allow his old ways to interfere with greater good of the species? Yes, I think this could define the very species of wolves...for such combination will only make us stronger.