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I remained where I stood, behind the trio of females, eyes of violet blue opalescence given to pass over Isola and her companions and peer within the depths of Iromar, my position allowing me to do so easily, keeping those I was charged with protecting easily in sight while allowing myself to see all who came forward in the same moment- it hardly takes skill to be clever now does it? Then again, such things are a second nature, so many years within the Art having wired my mind to a different form of thought, one given to take over when I am actually called to do my work. Maybe I do play the fool, the pretty boy, the one who gets everything wrong- but it cannot be denied that I am very good at what I do, that I have as much skill as any of those who I serve with in this game we play and yet…perhaps I have a better cover story then any of them. I drew my gaze back, lingering upon the form of my elder sister once more, her Angel Mark along her spine still maintaining the same dim glow in the faded light as the one that marked my shoulders like a bloody wound. Fathom, with her black form seemed darker within the mists while Katsumi’s white pelt seemed to hold much the same light as my own and that of our Alphess. It still should have been me. One day…..one day I’d have the pack that was my blood right. Today however I am content to let Isola display her mastery, my own personal thoughts on my sibling aside she must not be a terribly unskilful leader, after all, more wolves bow to her then any other, Spirane has given her there alliance- she must do something right though perhaps I find her methods entirely to peaceable. Then again, look how far Baphomet got with his war mongering attitude, damn fool got himself eaten and his pack has well…..six, maybe seven actually useful wolves. Hardly anything to get excited about. Still- I think I could do a better job and I would start by not wasting my time with Iromar, it was weak, useless and had nothing to give. Why was Isola always so…generous?

My thoughts were derailed in that moment by the emergence of one from the mist, a female of black and red (though I could have guessed that) who walked with an easy assurance that reminded me momentarily of Heyel, if not a skinnier, dark version. I followed her movements a moment, her posture relaxed and if anything entirely uninteresting before she went and seated herself quietly near the border. Some scout of sorts? I had been almost inclined to believe she was this ‘blood mouth’ we were destined to meet, after all, her mouth was indeed red and yet, from her lack of….anything I can only be given to assume she is some underling of no importance. The male who came next from the mist acted with all the dominance of an Alpha and indeed I was all too willing to meet his gaze as he offered it, one eye lifting slightly and no more as a smirk tugged at my lips at his little glare. Yes, I remembered him, the big bad wolf of Iromar who kidnapped a little girl and got scolded by Heyel. Then again, being scolded by Heyel was hardly a pleasant experience, even so, of all within Iromar, that creature is perhaps the only worthy opponent, his size and form similar to my own. Such a shame my teeth had not managed to sink within his neck as they had his companion. Even so, this is not what we are here for today, unfortunately, my gaze drifting from him as he moved to speak softly to the mute one and falling upon a red and black scrap of fur- I remember her too, the one who had been yelling and shouting and nobody paying her any attention. Maybe if she got taller someone would care. Her tone however, sent my form forward, moving from within the mist to tower above my female counterparts and all but Andras himself, placing myself in actual sight, eyes cutting towards her, could this be the new Alphess? This little….thing? My own jaws parted to speak before it seemed the final member of this greeting party decided to arrive, a juvenile boy not yet grown and one who had apparently fallen in something on his way here, my features twisting into a grimace at his muddy appearance before a chuckle managed to ease it’s way out. Sorry Isola, but really, there king died because he fell into some muddy pit and got eaten and now it seems his progeny are inclined to fall on their faces as well.

"You remind me so much of Baphomet, boy, you wouldn’t be his son would you?"

Baphomet used to fall face first into crap to. The words were not unkind, indeed, my tone smooth and calm as if such a thing was a compliment, though indeed the gleam within my gaze and the smirk that twisted so un-angelically upon my lips indicated that the words were not entirely what they appeared. Yes- the reeking, mud covered, imbecile who fell in a hole reminds me of your past King. Not the compliment it seems is it? Silence once more seemed to descend upon our little group, Isola seeming only perplexed by what had occurred, my sister clearly unaware of the demons and there idiotic traditions of remaining silent in some symbolism of their rank. Honestly why did they bother? Maybe that was why they kept stealing from us before- so desperate for someone to talk to they had to steal themselves some friends. With a sigh of exasperation I moved forward to my sibling, muzzle lowering to her ear in an explanation of the creatures before us.

“Significat submissionem: et daemones credunt dicere prius infirmitate. Id unum ex his feminae possum Alphess sed non est certum.”

Her gaze twisted around to myself in obvious confusion as I merely nodded to assure her, that yes, indeed, they actually seemed to think staring at us for hours on end would achieve something. Truly I should love for them to meet an actual mute one day, or perhaps Tobias, the one demon Baphomet could not recruit if Aaliyah is to be believed, Tobias attempting to maul Baphomet like every other wolf he met. I think my sisters must all be fools.

“Non uti magnum verba Insula, vt id confundant eos.”

I spoke once more, deep voice ringing with the smooth tones of our ancient tounge, smirk touching my lips again before I moved to step back, powerful form brushing against my sister own, toned, hard muscle rippling beneath the thick touch of my pelt before I moved to seat myself slightly to the side, content to merely watch and listen for now.






AZRAEL

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