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The air was cold and dark and wild as only it can be in the dark of the night, my snowy form moving across the frozen plain of the Angel City we called home, moving to blend with frost and cold as Andromeda moved upon the opposite side, her dark pelt coming to slide with a graceful ease into the shadow of the moon, my own pelt lit aglow by the gleaming light of the globe above as I moved to hide myself as best as I could, the snow coming near instantly to my call for aid in that moment, my stark pelt finally having a use- the perfect complement to Stella’s own in this moment. The thought brought a passing grin to my lips as I lowered myself, violet blue eyes peering into the half gloom to watch as she moved, gaze drawn to the dark lines of her form as she danced like a liquid obsidian across the earth. For a damn long time I was sure fate made a mistake, I was convinced somewhere up in the heavens someone had gotten it wrong. After all, how could I, Azrael, the Angel Prince ever be soul-bound to some golden-eyed black coated female of unknown breeding? I hated it at first, I hated her, I hated feeling the beat of her heart in time with my own, I hated waking up from my sleep any time she felt even the slightest bit of pain and yet……I wouldn’t change it, not for the world.

How does someone so easily become your everything? I didn’t need her to be stolen from me to realise it, though I suppose that incident really brought it home, turned the ropes that bound our souls together into steel chains. They say the imprint thing is different for everyone. Heyel and Cat Eye agreed to live apart for years and they were content with that, others become instant mates, others I suppose take a long time to warm up to the bond- they all feel it differently and I suppose that is my blessing and my curse all at once. I know who and what I am. I feel everything, every single little touch of emotion vibrates through me on a level most don’t understand….my soul-bond, for me….is beyond words, how I feel, how powerful it is for me cannot be fathomed. It is the epitome of feeling, it eclipses my need for anything else on this earth and I know, as I have known for some time- that I will never see anyone else. There will only ever be here for as long as I live because heaven and hell both know she will outlive me, because I’d die for her again and again. She is my heart, my soul, the Mother of my children, her sides soon to be round again with another generation of pups conceived beneath the stars. I don’t really need this tradition, why I was ever worried it wouldn’t work I don’t know, it was always her, no dance would ever change that- yet I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t do this the right way and I’ve always been taught this is right, this is how it is done and if I have my way I’ll make sure Star and Guard and hell, even Meryl, do it this way too when they find the mate of heart and soul.

She lunged from within the darkness, streaking across the plain as my own muscle coiled and tensed beneath the perfection of my toned, hard frame and white pelt, Angel Mark aglow as the Pronghorn panicked, filling the air with the adrenaline inducing scent of fear that licks at the blood and rises within everything primal and instinctive. I waited, holding my position until the pivotal moment, following the gaze of my Andromeda to the weakest creature of the herd, the one who stumbled and tripped, her white fangs flashing in the darkness as she chased, my own form rocketing forward from the drifts of snow, tearing across the earth on long, long limbs, wide stride, the blessing of blood and I suppose a gift to be exploited, a gift offered by generations of Angels breeding according to tradition. I suppose I see now, truly, why they did it. Our blood is superior, it creates and breeds perfection and truly I cannot wait to see what my sons will be, the blood of Andromeda added within, the blood of another ruling line toyed with my own to create a masterpiece. I managed a smirk, a fleeting thing as I ran, lunging forward as Andromeda’s jaws closed on the creatures limb, ripping into flesh. I was only a stride or two from herself, launching easily in a rush of fire and snow towards it’s shoulder, heavier weight colliding against it, fangs lancing into flesh with all the skill and drive of my Art to knock the creature to the earth, hoping Andromeda still had her hold as my own fangs sliced into his shoulder as he fell, limbs flailing and cries splitting the night air as I lunged a final time. Hopefully Andro still had her hold, lest the creature try to rise in the moments before I reached for it’s throat, slicing into the soft, warm flesh so paper thin and ending it’s existence, taking a life on the night I aimed for Stella and I to begin our own.

I let its head fall limp from my jaws, breath coming in gasps and heavy pants, pelt splattered and stained in blood as if my Angel Mark had leaked across my chest, violet blue eyes turning to view my equally blood marked mate as the success of this night, this moment, brought a smile to my lips and I moved towards her, reaching for her, reaching to lick at her muzzle and cheek and face with affection and love and all the things I cannot say, cleaning the blood from her as I had the intention of doing for the rest of my life, the warmth of my breath rising like smoke into the night as I regarded her.

“Andromeda, my Stella. I want you not to just be my imprint anymore. I want you to be my- everything. I want you for my mate.”






AZRAEL

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