| i was the better man
I disapprove of this female. She is wrong to ignore the perfection that is I, though I do not correct her in this, let her speak as she does and waste her breath upon one whom stands so above her. Perhaps I am yet to reach my full height, though in time I will stand above one such as she in both status and physical form and I find this all the more pleasing. I allow my lips to craft an alluring smile upon my features as the gold of my gaze is given to linger upon the one before me as she dares to growl and return to her distasteful meal. Why did she so quickly consume this creature? Why did she not play with it? Why did she not seek to make it beg for life as Mother does before she takes it within her jaws and robs it of such hope? To play with ones food is to rejoice in the suffering that we control and command and this wolfess knows it not. It is to be expected. She is weak. All are weak except for Mother and Brothers and I, for we will be as she, as Mother- who walks among the wolves of war and returns unscathed by tooth or claw.
I offered to her the true words of my blood and birth, the truest and oldest language that I have learned from the earliest days to speak. To have her answer in such tones is a surprising thing, though I do not allow my features to show this, I merely raise one eye in a delicate show of passing amusement and little else. For I am not as the others, I am not weak, I will not allow my thoughts and emotions to be read upon my features like those of common ways. No. I will know all and understand all and yet of me they shall understand and know nothing, for I forbid the closeness of others, save for Mother, for she knows all and I will be just as she, the next to follow her path and in time, I too will bare a daughter to follow my own ways. The words the other offers are met with a passing grin that is no more then a lifting of my delicate lips and a narrowed look upon the glorious gold of my gaze to give an impression of vague and contradictory amusement, as if I find only weakened humour in such words. I am youthful, yes, yet I was born for a greatness to which the older female cannot hope to compare and as such I am right to act as I do. She does not amuse me, she allows only this darker side to my nature to be gleamed from the look she is given as I allow a passing snort of fragile air to hum from within as I sit and turn my head from her in a dismissive gesture. I have honoured her with my presence and as such she should offer to me the respect she too denies, while I see no reason to give such a creature anything near so valuable as my own respect.
“-et Angeli, tibi verba loqui Sicarii non merentur, quia non sunt. Dic mihi, quomodo noveris.”
(-and you do not deserve to speak the words of Angels and Assassins, for you are not as they. Tell me how you know them.)
I allow my lyrics of sinful sweetness to slide into the air once more. I have made my thoughts clear on her sins and yet, my mind seeks knowledge still, a demand to know how such words have some to one so impure. My gaze narrows once more, golden eyes held against her own, awaiting her answer and my pelt of smoke and shadow blends with perfection in the darkness, allowing only my eyes to glow this night. I will allow her defiance of my order this day, to withhold her name though i have ordered otherwise. I shall remember this female when it is that a day comes in which I stand above all and command both weakness and strength, for such is my destiny and I will not forget the defiance of those beneath me- though they know it not. For none yet know what it is I will become, a plague upon this earth and a creature to be feared.
Ayal
2 years ~ ??? x Ava ~ Sister to Anselm and Eden ~ Diveen |