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I can only assume by the childish yelp that escaped the silly creature that my actions had taken him by surprise. Honestly, what had he expected to happen? It’s not like I’m known for my pleasant temper and truly I think anyone spending five minutes in my company is given to note that maybe I’m not really all the patient, I’d given him plenty of warning I mean really, had he not seen my lip lifting? Had he not seen my heckles bristling? Was he so entirely stupid that he had failed to notice I was hardly thrilled with his presence? I suppose I wasn’t really being fair to him, he was just a child, but no one was damn well fair to me as a pup so why should I give this silly creature that kind of respect? I suppose that he even stayed around long enough for me to pin him to the floor gives him some kind of bravery and I suppose if I was absolutely forced to offer him some kind of praise then I would be willing to say he sure as hell had a backbone and only a few wolves around here really can say they have that. I guess it’s just nature, some are born with it, dominant parents produce dominant offspring, not all that hard to work out although I will admit I’d rather my own parents didn’t produce quite so many. There’s a hell of a lot of competition in a family that large and hey, maybe this Nootau boy came from a family like that, maybe he just wanted to prove himself although honestly he picked the wrong wolf to try and prove that too. I really don’t have the patience for this, I don’t need respect because I can damn well demand it like I am doing now and maybe one day he can grow up and realise the same thing.

His paws pressed against my chest in some effort to hold me back. He might as well have pressed against a cliff for all the good it did him, he is not fully grown, his limbs not developed he is hardly going to do anything other then maybe cause a bruise if he presses hard enough for long enough, although if he can even get through the ridiculous thickness of my perfect and glorious snowy fur then power to him. I will credit my Father with one thing and that is passing on his exceptional pelt, our bloodline rather famed for luxuriant, flawless fur, along with ridiculously beautiful females, just another thing I have a problem with. My sisters are famous for looking good, what about my brothers and I? The only thing we are famous for is failing to live up to our sire and his achievements. Hell, no one is ever going to do the thing Heyel did, let us all just except he is a god and move on without lives. Ironic I should have such thoughts really, considering I am the one who can’t seem to move on. It’s hard alright? I’m the first born son, that……the means a lot and no matter what I do I can’t make him happy. Whatever, I don’t care. The boy finally seemed to go slack beneath me, my own weight shifting slightly so as not to crush the silly fool entirely, lips peeling back from my fangs once more, threatening him entirely, scaring him just because I could, reminding him exactly where his place was in this world. He might as well learn that it wasn’t going to change, not unless he did something about it. Maybe he’ll remember this day as he grows, maybe he’ll grow up determined to knock me down one day. Good. He should. Might earn him some respect and a little fame to go with it. His words however, only caused my eyes to roll, lips falling back over my fangs at his submission and an actual attempt to control his anger, my muscles releasing as I leaned back and leapt off him, paws thudding back against the earth.

"Just forget it, go the hell away and leave me in peace or ask your damn questions so I can answer them and go back to sleep, this is my day off and I hardly want to spend it talking to you if I don’t have too."

Couldn’t he find someone else to bother? Diveen has a million wolves, royal, non-royal, warriors, healers, speakers, puppies and everything else under the sun. Maybe he could even go and find Heyel or Devil May Cry, if he wanted to hear stories or bask in glory he should go and find the Assassin King or the Combat King, actually, seeing Nootau get knocked on his ass by a wolf the size of Devil, a virtual mountain who outweighed even me, or even Heyel and his sneaky bastardy would give me some amusement. I sighed once more, stretching the kinks from my muscles before easing myself into a seating position again, waiting for the silly thing to get up and ask me a question- or go away.

AZRAEL

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