I do not follow the war party with such...vigor as others may. I sorta just don't care about them at all. There is no concern on my face for their injuries, no any smiles from Diveen's victory. I was there simply for blood. A simple excuse to rip into flesh and tear out someone's insides. A simple reason to show my superiority to everyone. That is what I did. I showed them all that I am Ava, the Assassin Goddess of the Universe. It may be a self-appointed title, but I find it completely appropriate. Who else tasted blood and came out of the fleshy piles of wolves unscathed? Completely untouched? Oh right, only me. I am quite satisfied with this, and I choose to linger on the very tail end of the war party. Why? Simple, once again. I enjoy watching others bleed. I find great satisfaction in having my brilliant coppers fall upon the wounded and weak before me. I wouldn't be able to relish in their pain if I walked ahead, oh no. I enjoy smelling the air thick with pain and suffering. I care not if others think that taking rear is some sort of lowly position. My obvious mental and physical superiority stands out. It shines brighter than the sun. A blinding white bath of my own glory, and they stand before me in my shadow. I allow the slightest, and my devious of smirks to touch my dark face. One so hauntingly beautiful, it could chill one to the core in a single look.

My form of smoke and shadow moves with the beauty and grace of dancer, yet it is easy to see the thick ripples of muscle flex under my pelt like a well-oiled machine. I ensure to step around the blood that the weaker kind as left behind, drops of failure littering the ground like the leaves of fall. Both colored in tinges of red, and yet the trees always seem to do it willingly. It is apart of their cycle, and I almost find myself having more respect and empathy for tree than the wolves who ooze life essence from their forms. Once we are upon Diveen, I find that Isola pauses and such, allowing wolves to pass. I am almost completely mortified and offended that she attempts to brush against my flawless form. Does she wish to cover me in her blood? What kind of insane wolven ritual is she trying to perform? I, of course, do not allow her pained form to touch me. She is not my relative in any way, shape or form. None of the angels have their blood running through my veins. They may have played the part of being my 'aunt' but I am not as the others. She may be the alpha of these lands, some self-appointed leader, but that does not mean I want her blood smearing on my pelt. I do not look at her as I walk past, I do not acknowledge anyone. It is to be expected of me, to say the least. They know what I am and what I am like. To expect anything different of me is to be foolish.

My form continues on and I soon catch the sight of one of my sons. He is Eden, my most strong willing of sons. He shares my desire for domination, though I wonder if he knows that silence and giving off an air of indifference can be a great advantage. He is my extension of strength and power, wit and will. He is the blend of Heyel and I, and I expect great things of him. If anything, I expect the most of Eden. I am the harshest on him, for his is my first born. The very first thing he felt when he was born was my fangs and the vibrations of growl. I had gifted him with the need to be above all, and I expect him to use it. I am most pleased when I see him directly confront Isola. Already showing the alpha that he will grow to be as I, better. My form does not beam with pride or soften with happiness at the sight of my son though. I keep my resolve firm. My expression is that static now, although if I find that Isola bleeds on him...I...I will find it hard to not rip into her injuries more. No one dares to touch my children. No one will dare to disgrace them. I will rip into the flesh of anyone who even looks at them with devious eyes.

As Eden then comes towards me, I slow my pace only slightly. I do indeed have long, thick limbs of ash coloration. I do not acknowledge him directly in any immediate fashion. I allow him to sniff me as I carry on, to no where really because I care not where I go. My reasons for causing pain are done for the day, and boredom will ensue for the night. Well, maybe not with my Eden before me. He speaks and I allow my blackened ears to flicker down towards him. My great form halts as my copper eyes fall to my son, my own haunches falling with them into a graceful sit. He is curious. He smells the blood of two demons that stain my pelt. The blood of success for me, and failure for them. My emotionless face takes in the features of my son, one who blended with myself and Heyel. And yet, he is completely mine, my Eden. He is mine and Heyel can never take my claim to him...because he is an idiot. He chooses a female small and weak to be his mate. He chooses weakness. This, is something that shows stupidity. He is growing old and he choice of mates shows it. Pity, for we did create greatness.

I lower my head down slightly, giving Eden the chance to view the sticky red ooze that graces my maw. I lips were about to part when my copper toned eyes catch another form coming my way. I know the form anywhere, and her lovely scent fills the air like flowers in spring. She is as I. She is me extended in every way. She is Ayal, my daughter. The one chosen to be me in every way. She, too, will be dominant like Eden, and yet she is to be more as I. I expect Eden to go out, to be more risky. I expect Ayal to be a little more...covert with her intentions. She is female, and thus she is above the males who do not have the ability to create life such as female does. She will carry the line as it is supposed to be carried. I acknowledge my daughter with the slightest of nods, as her sweet words fill the air.

"Est sanguine alieno. Sanguis eorum defectum. Ego dedi eis dolorem. Ego dedi eis patitur. Sum ab eis, et omnia ossa mea ostendi bello praestarent. Filioli mei, haec ordinantur ad vos. Mementote diei hujus. Oculi tui videbunt detraxi ab aliis, et non sint. Estote sicut et ego."
(It is the blood of others. The blood of their failure. I have given them pain. I have caused them suffering. I have take from them, and I have shown all of my superiority in battle. My children, this is what you two are destined to do. Remember this day. Let your eyes see the blood run from the others, and do not be as they are. Be as I am.)

My words are strong. They reverberate with the greatness of my own voice. It is feminine, yet holds a stern strength that many females lack. I am the blend of power and beauty that should be desired by all, and my very voice shows my ability to hold both at the same time. Ayal has decided to sit by my side, surly a sign of her devotion to me. My daughter pleases me, and it has been known that she pleases me for a long time. I do not say that I favor, but Ayal's destiny is that different than my boys. Eden, to expand the glory of myself through him. Ayal, to be as I am. Anselm, to be the one who stalks the shadows for those who hide. Let them see his stark white pelt before he slays them where they linger in fear.

My daughter speaks again, exerting how own dominance and thus mine as well. Eden, I expect to be rebellious at some point in his life to Ayal's need to show her superiority. I expect Eden to leave, at some point to be on his own. I will allow them to fight it out among themselves. The battle for dominance is best won without interference. I simply nod, at both of them, not really acknowledging either of their statements. No, I show my dominance by my silence. I allow moments in time to slip by, so that they should wait for the things I wish to speak. Ayal is correct, but even her correcting Eden deems my silence needed. During these moments of silence, I look out among the bloodied and batter wolves, seeing each and every defect that plagues this earth. I even catch sight of my other son, who chooses to watch from a distance among shadow and rock. He will come when he wishes it. He is one, to no seek attention. He is the silence before the storm.

"Cum alia sit copia superet ostendant sarcinas, ceteris autem in vobis. Id est lupi dentes ad tollitis carnis usura. Ad missam in effundet sanguinem. Deterrere, alios æstimantes hoc solum, ut ipse es, et omnes pueri mei meliores estis vos. Quod alii liceat facere et pati, ut nunquam voluerit transire tuos. Memor esto hujus filii, et memineris te credas nisi."
(It is a chance to show superiority to not only other packs, but to others within your own. It is wolves using teeth to rip flesh. To spill blood in mass. It is intimidating others simply by holding yourself as you are, and my children you are better than them all. It is a chance to cause suffering and to let others see it, so that they never decide to cross your will. Remember this, my children, and remember that you cannot trust anyone but yourself.)

I keep my voice firm as I speak, but it is still a voice that rings true of absolute beauty. I keep my coppers aware, looking for anyone who may choose to..invade my little talk with my own. I do not wish for others to hear what I speak of with my children, because it is for their ears only. My voice will hush and quiet if anyone dare approach me. I do not desire the company of anyone else, only those worthy of my gaze in this moment. There may be one other who could deem acceptable to see, and I am always on the look out for his old white pelt.