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For some reason, the odd puppy decided to wave its tail at me, as if for some obscure reason it held the belief I desired to be its friend. I managed something of a snort, the hot rush of air passing my lips with ease as I shook my snout slightly, long limbs and heavy paws carrying my frame forward until I stood before him in all the glory of my breed and blood. Hmm, was this how they made them in the common lands now? Brown, boring and kinda skinny looking? Not surprising really. My Father and I may never see eye to eye and yet the one thing I am entirely assured of is that he was right when he spoke about loners. They really are badly bred, badly formed, unattractive and generally sort of…useless. Granted there have been a few diamonds in the rough I suppose, but for the most part I fail to see why Isola simply doesn’t close pack borders, we produce enough offspring each year within Diveen without having to let things like this inside. Oh well, I suppose we do need to add to the gene pool occasionally, though what scruffy here is going to achieve I hardly know. Why is it so happy? What is there to be happy about? I was happy ten minutes ago and now I am on my feet with some obscure male approaching MY den site and newborns and acting for all the world as if we have been best friends for years. My best friend is hardly ever happy, in fact, Vidar might well be one of the most depressed wolves I’ve ever met. Not that he can be blamed I suppose. I shook the thoughts away for now, drawing most of my attention to the boy who seemed to have thrilled himself with his discovering me. It wasn’t like I was hiding.

For a moment the boy seemed to actually be considering arguing his place in this world, his head and tail lifting slightly as my own lip turned upward, sizeable fangs flashed with warning towards him. Fine, maybe I am a bit of a jerk, but this is my day off, this is my space and he is dangerously close to my pups and mate- I only see one fool here. Another growl of warning curled within my throat, the boys ears remaining laced back as my own head and tail lifted in a true act of dominance. I hardly care who he is or whether or not Isola invited him personally. He is beneath me and if he damn well needs to be shown that then so be it. Honestly you’d think my towering, bristling form would be enough to send the little fool back to his hole, apparently not, apparently he is entirely content to keep talking his way to an early grave as my own irritation spiked once more. Ass? For a moment he actually managed to surprise me, my features shifting into a look of stunned amusement, violet blue eyes blinking a moment before I simply shook my head once more, the growl returning to my own voice as I stepped abruptly forward, aiming to force him backwards, aiming to press him further away from what is mine as my tail flicked once more in annoyance.

"Because I damn well can be, that’s why."

I never was the most friendly guy, not really, not even as a child. Maybe that’s why I never had any friends, maybe that’s why no one would ever play- not with me. Hell, maybe if I had been like Isola our Father would have actually noticed I’m alive. Not that it matters, not now, I’m over it, or at least….I tell myself I am. It’s been years since I even looked up to Heyel, years since he held any kind of real power of me as my sire and yet still some part of me just won’t accept that I never was good enough for him and that maybe……maybe some insignificant part of myself actually still cares- just a little bit. I have a mate, an imprint, I’ve fathered eight true blood children and still I have never once heard Heyel acknowledge I even breathe. Screw it, screw him. Maybe it isn’t this boys fault I’m in such a bad mood, maybe nothing is his fault and yet right now he is something for me to take my temper out on. Maybe I’ll feel bad about it later and maybe not, I hardly care, he is just a target and nothing more. For a moment the younger male looked away, my heckles smoothing slightly along my spine as I managed another irritated snort of sorts before allowing my own gaze to rest back upon his as he spoke again, my eyes rolling once more. The rank he was right about, but the history lesson? Why would he want to know that? My eyes narrowed slightly upon him once more, mildly suspicious of this…boy, before his final words drew my attention once more.

"What did you just call Kane? Pretty something?"

Alright, I laughed, jaws parting to allow a chuckle to hum from within my chest, tail actually managing something of a wave at this notion. I don’t hate Kane, not really, I am entirely convinced my sister could have done better and yet I suppose if blood is considered she did pick the best match, even so, he is so…..not white. Then again, neither was my mate and imprint and I suppose I can hardly judge in that regard. Oh well. Either way I find the thought amusing in itself, my temperament easing slightly as I moved to seat myself in a vague attempt to appear less threatening, at least for now, seating myself before the boy, allowing my ridiculously handsome features to rest on him once more. Now don’t get me wrong, I am still displeased he is even here, yet I suppose I can find five minutes to tell him whatever the hell it is he wants before I send him running back down this hill. I yawned abruptly, rolling the thick muscle of my shoulders slightly before turning my gaze expectantly to his own.

"The first thing you should know about Diveen is that I should have been King and I would have done a damn better job to. Aside from that though, go ahead, ask whatever you want and if I feel like it I’ll answer it. Who are you anyway?"




AZRAEL

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"7 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen "