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I felt my lip curve in disdain at my siblings comment and tone as she declared that she had every desire to tell Heyel herself. I suppose, really, she did have that right and yet to see the look on the old man’s face when she explained where she got this son from would be so utterly priceless I’m half inclined to hide in some bushes or something and keep watch. Alright, maybe that is a little childish, but hey, I’m allowed, Sinopa is my kid-sister after all, same litter or not I’m still older by a good few minutes at least and as far as I’m concerned that gives me full older brother privileges to have an opinion on every facet of her life. Isola however, clearly seems to disagree. I offer my older sister the same greeting before stepping aside and allowing her access to our little sister, her words sounding so like Mother’s own that some part of me…ached, just a little bit as I turned the violet blue of my gaze away from the pair momentarily, allowing my eyes to wander across the plains of the pack-land for a few moments as Isola decided to play benevolent and adored leader by smiling and looking pretty and speaking to the questionable boy. I had so far lost interest in this gathering ad since I had been politely told to shut up I had half a mind to leave- at least until Baby Sin spoke up. Uncle? Well…I suppose I was. Questionable blood or not the boy was at least half and Angel and hey, I kinda like the ring that has to it, makes me seem older and wiser. I think I may have managed a smile, before I became aware I was doing it and removed the look from my face as I returned my attention to the boy, head tilting slightly at the question. Who was…who?

I turned to follow his gaze, my eyes falling against the russet frame of my own son. A true born Angel, born of an imprint bond and bearing the rarest marks any had ever seen, the very reason Stella and I have been content to keep him away from most of the rest of the family, I mean, we hardly want him to be anti-social, more so, I am entirely aware of my own Father’s influence and he has far to much interest in the boy then is needed. The last thing I need is Heyel preaching at him. The boy will learn our ways and our traditions, but he will do it without Heyel getting to him. I genuine smile brushed my lips once more, tail waving a moment as I lowered my head slightly, the sound in my throat an evident call for the pup, summoning him to my side with the assurance that it was indeed permissible for him to be here, after all, why not show him off to Sinopa and Isola and my nephew? Mithos is, after all, exceptional. I reached forward and towards my boy, jaws parting to lick at his muzzle in affection, my frame towering above his own before I turned to Sinclair once more.

“This is my son, this is Mithos, he’d be your…cousin I think. Mith, meet your cousin from Glorall and your Aunt Sinopa."

My tail waved once more, clearly proud of my russet and white boy, the star of Diveen and gem amongst our bloodline. I always knew I was a far better producer then Heyel. The sound of another small voice, one I knew well, managed to capture my attention again, snowy form turning once more as the sight of another snowy and russet form, my features instantly softening once more. It is no secret I suppose, that while I always desired sons and am truly delighted at the birth of each male child…I harbour a truly soft spot for my daughters, each and every one of them. I live for my children, even if I don’t always show it, even if I yell and shout….they are everything to me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them, even Starfall and heaven knows we’ve had our differences. I am proud of my sons, even Meryl, though I see no need to tell him and yet I simply adore my daughters. Hell, I spend half my life worrying about them, about the boys who will desire them, I mena, my daughters are the very epitome of Angelic, they are just as my own sister, what the Angel line is truly famous for….it’s beautiful females and I live in utter fear that no male will ever be good enough for them, never, not my daughters. I let a similar call rolled from my throat, bringing Ambrosia forward as well, reaching towards her, running my tongue against her lovingly before she moved to look to Isola and introduce herself my own head nodding, clearly pleased with her efforts. See? Look how beautiful and stunning and articulate my children are. Far better then anything Isola or Sinopa has ever birthed I am sure. Hey, maybe I am biased but I hardly care. I have never fathered an imperfect child and Mithos and Ambrosia only further display that.

“As she said, this is Ambrosia, my daughter. Am, this is your cousin and your Aunt Sinopa."

She seemed to know Isola already so I saw no reason to further that introduction, my own head lifted high in clear pride before I turned to Sinopa once more, leaving the pups to interact for a moment with themselves and Isola, dropping my voice slightly as I sat before her, meeting my sisters gaze levelly though a hint of a smirk traced my lips.

“So tell me, Sweet Sister, who is the Father, hmm? You have no mate and there is no way that boy is fathered by your imprint, so who is it? Was it one romantic night of passion?"

I chuckled, teasing at her, one eye lifting though I hardly would have done it if I realised how much like Heyel I looked in that moment as I grinned wryly towards her once more.








AZRAEL

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