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Israfel. That is a name I will remember. I have never heard of this boy and if I have anything to do with it, no one ever will- because I have every intention of flattening him into a pile of fur and dirt. Push my daughter will he. Hmm. Maybe I’ll just push him and we’ll see how he likes it. No, I don’t care that it’s not fair, that I weigh nearly 180 pounds and he surely weighs like, what, 20? Life isn’t fair and I have every intention of teaching this Israfel exactly that. Odd name though, traditional, whose child is he? He can’t be one of Isola’s or Ava’s…apparently. Whatever. Celeste continued to talk, clearly determined to explain in detail how she sought to correct this dirty boy’s error in living, speaking of his parent’s obvious inability in raising him before confirming her own superiority. I think she might be a god, or goddess rather. She is just about perfect, so beautiful, so intelligent- obviously. She already sees faults in others in calls them out on it. Good. I like that. Hopefully Andromeda won’t teach her otherwise, the girl should express herself- and tell others exactly how inferior they are. I grinned easily down at her, nodding to confirm her speech.

“Nequaquam talia non optes. An recte facta, nihil plane parentes. Ut crescens, carissime, quod maxime discam lupi sunt enim stolidi, qui te deorsum. Quisque nulla melior es, qui non patietur vos inter stultos.”
(No, it isn't your job to do such things. You are right to think as you do, his parents clearly are useless. As you grow darling, you will learn that most wolves, are in fact, idiots- and beneath you at that. Never forget you are better then everyone around you and don't suffer fools.)

I grinned easily once more, nodding in assurance of my own words, hardly considering that Stella may not desire I teach our child to walk around with her head in the air, yet as far as I can tell- why not? What’s wrong with a little self-esteem? Hell, I sound like my Father. How did that happen? I frowned slightly in consideration of exactly what thoughts had just crossed my mind before the girl spoke once more, my handsome head turned down towards her as we walked, my speech clearly having, well, confused her a little. Oops. So maybe I overreacted a little to the whole Israfel thing, my daughter now apparently having confused Demons with some idiot Diveen puppy. Maybe parenting isn’t that easy and while I will make sure that silly boy is punished I hardly need Celeste being of the opinion that Demons are called Israfel’s and that she need eliminate them or anything near so ridiculous. We have one idiot martyr puppy in Diveen already, my daughter hardly needs to be like Solaris. Honestly Isola needs to rein him in a little, if he preaches anymore of his anti-Angel, Anti-Demon campaign wolves are going to start doing something ridiculous- like believe him. The child knows nothing of life.

“Well, I….I’m going to get Demons and stop them from hurting us, they are not all called Israfel, he is just one silly Diveen puppy. Demons are from Iromar, there is a difference although really most of them are not real demons, they are fake, pretend, nothing. A real Demon is a wolf like Tobias, a wolf who eats….er…..dirt.”

Well I was hardly going to tell her he ate other wolves was I? Maybe if she thought he ate dirt that would achieve the same horrified reaction his true diet would- one day, when she was old enough to hear it. I was only to pleased to change the topic, to distract my princess from her sniffling and allow her to lead me to this place she had found, following her down to the bank before lifting her form to ensure she hardly had to dirty her paws on the wet edge before placing her down beside me as her tail waved. Good. I liked to see her happy, the blue violet of my gaze resting against her as she places her muzzle to the floor, excitedly following a trail as I merely strode easily behind, watching her tiny frame. I never knew you could love something or someone so much, I never understood true love, not really, not until Andromeda and my children. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them, no enemy I wouldn’t face if it meant they would be safe, there simply aren’t words for it, for what I feel for my family. Maybe we are not meant to sire children until we retire and truly I understand, they are my greatest weakness, something so easily exploited, the easiest and most painful way to hurt me. Yet, how can this feeling, this love….ever be wrong? I smiled gently as Celeste raced onward, long stride easily keeping pace as she chattered excitedly once more beside the gleaming river. Starfall. She asks about her Brother and I feel some part of my smile falter slightly. She is not even a year old and even she has noticed that he is…different. I sighed softly, so many questions.

“Starfall is just, well, being a boy. Boys are all stubborn and one day he will care about hair I’m sure. Maybe you should talk to your Mother about him, she knows better then I do.”

And I might say the wrong thing. I always say the wrong thing when it comes to him.

“It wasn’t a star that fell, it was like a….rock. It came from the sky, it took everything away. It…..took my Mother away, she died, so many died, it was a terrible thing and it helps your Mother to remember her friend, by honouring her in Starfalls name. Names are very important, all names meaning something. Celeste, in the latina, means heavenly or divine. It means- perfect, it also has connections to the stars and the heavens, to the Angels. It honours both your Mothers beliefs and my own. It is a special name, for a special girl.”

I grinned once more, my own tail waving a moment as she raced forward into a shallow, clear area of water, splashing about a moment before turning to eye me, clearly seeking some kind of praise for her spot as I grinned again, soft and easy, just for my baby.

“It is the best spot I have ever seen.”

I assured her, nuzzling at her playfully before stepping into the shallows, moving to sit before moving to lay down entirely so Celeste could reach, resting my head on my paws to keep my muzzle above the shallow water, the liquid only just covering my limbs, soaking into the thick fur of my sides and chest as my gaze rested on her once more.

“Alright then, give me the works.”

If I came out of this with a perm I’d never live it down. Curls really aren’t my thing. The things we do- for love.




AZRAEL

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