| i was the better man
She is an inferior creature- but all are inferior to me. She tosses her kill like a toy, wasting her time. Why does she not devour it with speed? Why does she bother to torture a body that no longer holds the will to scream? I do not understand and I do not care to. I have watched this female long enough to know that she is as all others. Beneath me, so far beneath I hardly care to offer her the honour of my presence. It is my first time free of the confines of my pack of blood and birth. I walk the free lands for I desire to know what lingers beyond the borders of pack- and so far I am thusly disappointed. I have met not but fools, wolves of weak will and mind. It is now that I understand how it is that one so great as my Mother may walk upon the field of battle and leave unscathed. For whom was given to pose a challenge? Weal. They are all weak. None are deserving to look upon myself, none are deserving of my presence and yet I must know, I must learn of the wolves who live outside the confines of pack and so I must force myself to slide with beautiful grace from the lashings of the trees, my pelt of smoke and coal blending with shade and shadow as the amber gold of my eyes are given to rest upon the other dark female. I move with perfection, with grace and utter glory.
For I am female, I am more then any male ever will be, the one designed to carry on my Mothers work, to stand above all others within the shadows they will grow to fear. I am daughter of Ava and no other, I care not for he who sired myself, Mother refuses my brothers and I this knowledge and I do not question it. Mother is right in all she does, if she will not speak his name then so be it. I know all I need, that she chose the most superior of all males to ensure the creation of perfection, that he who is holding the great fortune of calling himself my sire is a greatness above all others, perfection in male form, a god amongst mortals, for Mother would accept nothing less. This I know. I am born of gods and heroes, of villains and assassins- and I am more then all of them.
I will continue Mothers work when she no longer can, when the time is right I will birth the next generation of utter perfection upon this earth, my own daughter will follow my paw-steps, my sons will become her guardians as my brothers are of me and such greatness will continue. Though for now I must learn. My mind demands it and I will not deny it this knowledge. I will speak with this loner, I will demand of her answers and she, like all others, will be in awe of my glory, my feminine form of utter beauty and the silky touch of my pelt of shadow and smoke with eyes of gleaming gold and a tail-tip of white- a touch of my sire, the male whose name I am denied. She offers warning, this female of equal darkness- but I care not as I come forward with eyes aglow to stand before her, taking this moment to examine her kill though I hardly find it passable. A mere rabbit. Unacceptable.
“Et ingressus sum Ayal, te scire expeto. Dicens: Loquere.”
I speak, allowing my vocals of the finest music to slip from my feminine lips, a delicate caress to the night air as they pass to the ears of this female, unworthy though she is. I speak in the tongue of my birth, the language of Diveen, the language of the Assassin for it is the oldest and most exquisite of languages, the words I was taught to speak from birth. I do not speak the common tongue, not unless I must for it is pointless, useless and if she does not understand what it is I say, then she is only further weakened in my eyes, though perhaps, I may offer her something other than the latina if she amuses me enough. For now I merely lift one large paw, a symbol of the great size I will one day achieve, pointing to her kill with a look of utter disdain and critical glare.
Ayal
2 years ~ ??? x Ava ~ Sister to Anselm and Eden ~ Diveen |