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The odd black and white thing looked up towards me as if shocked. What? How was I supposed to know my Father was playing the biggest joke ever be sending me some ill-breed, black, female puppy. It was like he’d found the worst puppy ever and palmed her off to me, was this the only puppy out of last years massive litter that Heyel had approved?! There had to be more, someone….anyone one. This…this can’t be my apprentice. Ava will have a damn field day if she hears about this, then again, at least Gecko would have to be better ten Elijah, the son of Tobias. I restrained the great desire within myself to roll my eyes as the gangly girl spoke. I have no idea where she has been sourcing her information yet she clearly hasn’t bothered to double check it, proving already that she is sure to be utter useless at this. Malina might like to damn well think she is the Head Assassin, but last time I checked, Heyel was still in charge, as for calling him Mr. Heyel, that’s new and hardly a title I think he deserves. Who spoke to this Gecko girl before? Did they tell her anything useful? I managed a scowl as she continued to talk, rambling on about her name, which is kind of a stupid name to if you ask me, another embarrassment to add to my growing list before sputtering something about what Heyel had said and finishing by calling me Teach- again. A growl found it’s way into my throat, heckles bristling slightly in agitation, lips parting to speak when the damn girl was off again.

Was this the joke? That they’d found someone who talked as much as me? My growl spiralled off into a groan as she the girl continued to spout words like water from the falls. I don’t know how to be an Assassin? She was a damn puppy with a prissy attitude as far as I could tell. Well, at least she had that right, their hasn’t been an assassin yet without an ego or an attitude to back them up, I think it must be a prerequisite. She kept on, my agitation building with every word that left her lips before the little twerp turned around and started to walk off! Alright, the words I don’t so much, she’s an idiot with a big mouth, so what? So am I, or at least, I was, once, when I was about that age. The words don’t bother me so much, not coming from a child anyway, but turning her back on me, her Master (apparently), is not something I’m going to tolerate. Muscle bunched and coiled beneath the thick snow of my pelt, a single lunge bringing me down behind the girl as teeth reached to grab her ruff, to jerk her backwards and throw her to the floor where she belonged as far as I was concerned, lip peeling back from my fangs as I moved to stand over her, to dominate her entirely. If there’s one thing I am- it’s bigger then every other Assassin and I know how to use it.

"First of all, Gecko, you shouldn’t talk about what you damn well don’t know. If you’re going to be an Assassin then you’re going to have to learn to separate fact from fiction."

I snapped the words, irritated now as my tail flicked behind me, violet blue eyes holding against her own.

"I don’t know what Heyel told you but it sure as hell wasn’t what you said. My Father wouldn’t know I’m alive let alone call me the Best Assassin. If your going to play word games then know your target, I know my Father well enough to know they would never be his words. It might also pay to remember to hold your tongue in the presence of someone ten times your size you little whelp. Now get up and do something useful- and if you ever call me Teach again I will bite your tail off. It’s Azrael, or Az, I suppose, whatever- get up."

Teach. What nonsense is that? I snorted, moving to step away from her, letting my heckles fall flat as I shook myself, aiming to flatten the bloody red of my Mark against the snow of my fur before waiting for the girl to sort herself out, taking a seat in front of her once more before working to fix my pelt.

"First lesson, Inky. Hair care. I have no idea what your sad little bloodline is, but as my apprentice you’re going to at least look like a real Angel, what the hell is going on with your hair? Do something about it before my eyes injure themselves any more form looking at the horror that is your dusty pelt."

I am entirely serious. No apprentice of mine if going to walk around covered in dirt and with what might be a stick or a leaf or something stuck behind one ear. Didn’t her parents teach her anything? I don’t even know who they are. Amir, I think, is the sire, but beyond that I hardly know…..





AZRAEL

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