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I am fairly sure that fate hates me, or at least has some kind of vendetta against me and my having a day off. Alright, so I only have a day off because Heyel is busy with Zen and since his own personal life is affected he’s declared something of a holiday for all us assassins for at least a few days anyway. Fitting I suppose since Malina has decided to go on long service leave and Ava decided she apparently does like boys being on top. Ha. I can’t wait to go visit her. I’m not stupid though, I’ll wait until the pups are a little older and she is less…defensive of them, Meryl tells me she’s quite the hellion. Surprising really, she seemed the type to eat her own young. Whatever. At least Heyel was there to stop her eating my boy, yeah, alright, I’m a little bit proud of him looking after every birthing female and even having the balls to go near Ava. Why Heyel was there though I don’t know, probably to tell her off about having gotten herself knocked up. I can’t wait to see what she birthed, hopefully their black and deaf or something entirely useless like that. I am entirely sure that my own children are superior, well, the fact their not bastards surely helps with that. I snickered in some delight at my own thoughts, rolling in relaxation onto my side, stretching out beside Andromeda and my daughters before reaching towards her side and gently lifting Celeste first and then Iophiel, placing my daughters at my own side, letting them bury themselves in the thick, thick luxuriant fur they would one day have before I curled around them. What? Stella gets to have them all the time, I want them for a bit and when no one’s looking I am entirely prone to cuddle-time. Only with my daughters though, it’s not good for boys to get to many hugs, girls though, I am sure, cannot get enough.

Content with myself and my absconding with my own children I allowed sleep to come once more, managing to drift off into that comfortable place between waking and sleeping when a peculiar scent seemed to reach my nostrils, something salty and metallic, a scent I have spent half my life bathing myself in. Someone was bleeding. My first thought was that Starfall had finally attempted to punish a rock or something and been taught a lesson about the force of inanimate objects, my second was that Guardian had tried his luck at fighting a much older wolf and gotten himself beaten and yet the faint hint of…Uncle Devil on the wind was an unusual one. Was Devil bleeding? Snorting in irritation at having to give my daughters back to Andro when I had finally managed to get them for myself, I moved to stand once more, tucking Celeste and Iophiel back against their dam before striding out and into the sun, eyes of violet blue narrowing at the sight of…something collapsed not far from my own den. Well it looked like Devil and it smelt like Devil and yet to my knowledge my uncle is much larger then that. I broke into an easy trot, long limbs carrying my form with silent, easy grace across the earth, pelt and Mark aglow in the sun before I felt something almost like…panic beginning to seep into my system. I knew that pelt and that scent, lost in blood as it was. Was being given to healthy daughters to much good luck? Did fate have to try and rob me of my only friend as well?

"Vidar! Vidar!"

I reached for him, nosing at him, blood staining the white of my muzzle as I attempted to rouse him, though the rise and fall of his chest surely indicated he was still alive, some kind of relief managing to touch my system though indeed I was already getting myself worked up. I never was good in a crisis, I tend to get a little…snappy if not protective. What the hell happened to his ear?! A whimper caught in my own throat as my jaws parted, tongue running over his face, trying to gain a response all the same though he appeared to at least be awake. I’d fixed him once before, I’d made him well. I could do it again right? I could bring my friend back. I didn’t put all that effort into teaching him to hunt and talk and do everything else for him to just go and die. No- I refuse to allow such things though I…I don’t know what to do for him, assassins aren’t taught this, nothing beyond the very basics and I don’t think this is really what anyone would call basic.

"Vidar. You need to tell me what happened. Help is coming I promise, who…attacked you?"

I lifted my head once more, calling for Meryl, for any other healer who lingered nearby though surely my own son was close, he had to be, he came to visit with Stella often and surely he would get her before any others, maybe he and his silly medicines could do something. Alright there not silly I’m just stressed and when I’m stressed I’m…unpleasant. I called once more for Meryl before moving to place myself beside what might well be the only real friend I’ve ever had, black as he is, placing my frame beside his own in an effort to warm him until help came. Maybe I can’t heal him, but there is little I do better then revenge, he need only give me a name and I will do the rest…..





AZRAEL

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"6 years ~ Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel ~ Diveen "