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Oh dear sweet sister, how far it seems you have fallen.

I saw the girl cross into the lands of the pack I guarded so well, her white form as perfect and pure as my own gliding across and towards the throne Isola and Kane liked to stand on. What was so special about it I hardly know, I could get a rock and stand on it as well. I managed something of a snort at these passing thoughts before lifting my handsome head to watch the girl as she moved across the lands, a young white pup in toe. For a moment I paused, violet blue eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of him. Even from this distance I could tell, hell, I’ve been looking at the product of our bloodline for years, I know an Angel when I see one….or a half Angel, Sinopa has no mate, Father would have been told and I know indeed that Heyel has been given no such information, which makes the boy either imprint born- or illegitimate. Well, well, well, it seems my dear sister, praised by our sire for her intelligence and beauty….has made a bit of a mistake and the physical proof lopes alone after her with the grace and rhythm of our blood, his pelt the white of out lineage and thick too, just as Heyel. Yet the silver that tones his body is…wrong and he lacks the Angel Mark itself. My, my, Sinopa, how…embarrassing. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken such pride in what I believed to be my sisters clear downfall. After all, the boy cannot even be of an imprint bond, for I know as surely as the sun rises that Sinopa is imprinted to none other then Kane and indeed I know just as well that the giant black male would never seek the company of any save Isola during the winter. At least loyalty was one redeeming quality of the black oaf and I suppose his blood is valued too, he is, after all, born of assassins, a suitable match for any Angels. I tossed any thoughts of Kane aside for the moment, lifting to my paws, breaking into my own lope, trailing after Sinopa and her illegitimate son. She is brave, I think, to face Fathers wrath, honestly I look forward to the show. I can only hope he comes to see her. He always did like his daughters better and really I wouldn’t half mind seeing her lose some of the glow from that halo that Heyel thinks she wears.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, she is…everything, a connection to myself, to our Mother and I would die for her, for any of them, yet how long do I have to sit I their shadows? I am the first born son and I am constantly overlooked in favour of my sisters, of all things. My long limbs ate away at the ground, cresting the ridge as Sinopa called for Isola. My brothers and I had always fought, it is simply the way of boys I suppose, how my sisters all remained close I hardly know, then again, Aaliyah and I had always been closer then perhaps myself and Calista or Oswin, at least, until Aaliyah thought it sensible to allow Tobias to father her children. Honestly my sister’s have incredibly stupid judgement sometimes. I slowed my lope into a walk, white pelt aglow in the sun and atop the snow, blood-coloured shoulders aglow as I moved to come forward, towering above my sibling and apparent nephew as my ears slid forward. I could hear Isola settling her own pups, moving to come forward, though I am entirely determined to speak on this first, Alpha or not, Isola is still my sister, as is Sinopa and I see no reason why I should be denied an opinion.
I allowed a rumble of greeting to sound from my chest as I approached, like I said, Sinopa is still my sister and indeed, in this family, blood runs deeply, my muzzle extending forward to press against her own, jaws parting to lick with affection at her cheek before the opalescence of my gaze turned onto….the thing next to her.

"Heyel nescit, fecit?."
(Heyel doesn’t know, does he?)

I think there is little else that need be said, after all, Sinopa may not have confirmed it exactly, but I am hardly stupid (despite popular opinion) and it seems to me that someone had a busy winter, with a male none of us have ever heard of, let alone met. Ha! Father had the gall to chastise me for not being able to control myself in the winter, at least my children were legitimate, born of a soul bond. Really I am simply enjoying the moment, unable to contain my delight at the thought of someone else getting in trouble for once. Alright, so maybe I am acting like a child, but I hardly care, this is a very entertaining piece of….information and really the only question is whether I tell Heyel, or I don’t. Let’s see how I feel.


AZRAEL

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