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I wasn’t answering his call, not at all, I don’t answer the calls of those beneath me. If their lucky I might offer a mildly amused look in their direction and that is all. I just happened to be walking this way when I heard it, changing course with some mild interest in finding out who was howling, probably no one I cared for. So shoot me, I grew up knowing who and what I was and I see no problem in making sure the majority of the pack knows about it. Hell, if I had my way, one day, Diveen would be mine as it should have been from the start. I am the son. I am Heyel’s heir, this pack was my birthright. It shouldn’t have mattered that Isola was the elder, that she was the one everyone loved and adored and fawned over or that I was born to Heyel’s second litter. I am still the heir. The first born son. I am the Angel Prince, I should have been the damn next Angel King like my father before me- but no, no. He gave it to her. I ground my teeth together in agitation. I love my sister, I do, I am the sworn protector of our bloodline and all it entails and yet there is still something within me that aches at the thought I was looked over. That Isola- by sheer luck, managed to earn the crown that was rightfully mine. I snorted once more, biting down more firmly into the hare I carried in my jaws, blood trailing down the perfect, flawless white of my pelt as it gleamed white gold in the sun.

I did everything I was supposed to do, hell, I even followed Heyel into the Art in some effort to get him to notice me, to actually acknowledge I exist and yet for all the good it did me he only seems to resent me more. Not that I care, not anymore. I would get no favours from my Father. I should have realised that from the start when he abolished the rule of his own damn bloodline that meant only sons could inherit. He always did love his daughters more, my sisters. Maybe he had his reasons in the beginning, after all, his first litter gave him three daughters, guess he had kind of a panic over that and decided to rewrite the rules, making it so that his daughters could claim what was his when he stepped down. Fine, I get that- but that was before he had me and Lucifer and Kael and Ferox and Serpahiel, all of us- sons and I the eldest and the most ignored. Isola was just lucky, that’s all she was. Amaterasu was the eldest of that first litter and if she hadn’t chosen someone Heyel thought unsuitable as a mate she would be Queen now. I suppose it’s fortunate she did choose a stripy rock as mate, got her out of the way, passing the crown to Isola, the second born daughter. As for Aaliyah, the third and final daughter of that litter, well, she was out of my way to in that sense, she went and took a demon for a mate and became the family shame. That only put Isola ahead of me…well….until she went and had a son of her own. Damn politics, damn world, damn everything.

I was born the Angel Prince and I’ll die the damn Angel Prince. This world just loves replacing me, loves watching me be forgotten and no matter how hard I try, no matter who or what I try to be it just doesn’t work. At least I had Andromeda, had my own sons, plus an adopted ring in and yet I hadn’t even done that right. Of all the children born to my family this winter past I was the only one who fathered black pelted pups. Another thing I fail at. Tail lashed in agitation as I dropped into the lower part of Diveen, eyes of violet blue opalescence, replicas of my Mothers, searching for the caller from before as my large, powerful form came forward with a graceful, lithe ease that belied my size. I was the tallest, the heaviest, the most powerful of all my siblings, I was a trained assassin, a prince- the best of them and still Heyel didn’t see me. I shoved the thoughts away, eyes falling upon a pair of wolves who lingered outside what appeared to be a freshly dug den, my lip curling up in distaste. Really? It was like…an actual hole. Ok, so maybe most Diveen wolves live in very similar set-ups of the caves within the cliffs, I just don’t see how they can bear to get themselves so…dirty all the time. I might be allergic to dirt, I’m not actually sure, yet I had taken utter care to ensure my den in it’s entirety was lined with the feathers of the birds the hunters caught, covering the earthen floor in a line of white to protect my ethereal self. After all, I am ridiculously handsome, that cannot be denied, comes with the blood you see (though once more if you ask anyone about the children of Heyel they’ll all say how they’ve heard his daughters are the most beautiful wolves……see how he forgets me?).

I strode casually the rest of the way, moving to come to a stop to the side of the pair, towering white frame aglow in the sun, Angel Mark across my shoulders lit to hot fire as I regarded them, these other Angels of Diveen as all who lived within had the right to call themselves. One I knew, Katsumi, though I have never spoken to the girl- the other, a male, seemed to have run into a branch with his eye and lost, a large scar marking his face. Well, I was here now, I might as well make some effort I suppose. I lowered my jaws, placing my meal at my sizeable paws as I regarded the pair another moment before turning my attention to the male who sat outside his quaint little hole.

"Well? Who are you supposed to be? Haven’t seen you around before……"

It wasn’t rude exactly….though nor was it entirely polite, teasing smirk touching my lips a moment. Who said all angels were angelic? I happen to be in a bad mood and as far as I’m concerned, if I’m having a bad day, everyone around me should be as well.







AZRAEL

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"6 years ~ No Mate ~ Soul of Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Sire of Starfall & Guardian ~ Diveen "