= I Dropped My Halo =

Why anyone would want to live here I hardly know, honestly how long has he retained this�.residence? I scowled slightly at the crumbling exterior, entirely sure he can choose somewhere more fitting or at least entirely less of a flood plain. Honestly, if he wanted to run away or go travelling or�heaven knows what his plan actually is then so be it- but really, couldn�t he have done it in just a little more style? Even a plant out the front or something, since when did I raise a loner? My children are born and bred pack wolves not�.hovel-owners. I scowled slightly more as the boy shuffled within. I suppose boy is hardly the word for him anymore, he is a man grown now and a sire in his own right, though I know little of my grandson from him. The boy is within Diveen I am sure and yet truly I desire my son return as well. After all, he is my child, my son and truly were I capable of removing Azrael in some fashion I would take a far greater delight in making Ash my heir. He is at least worthy of it, unlike his elder sibling. The white and red male shuffled slightly before heading for the dens entrance, what little of his pelt remained unmarked glowed in the failing sun as a light spattering of rain continued to fall. He was always handsome this one, beautifully so and indeed while perhaps his luck has not always been the most exceptional I hardly feel that is a reason to live in a hole when a perfectly suitable cave could be found at him. I have lost enough sons, I cannot stand to let another go. For a moment the boy seemed almost like a puppy once more, like the child I remembered whom would run to me each time I returned him, who slept between my paws and ran beside me for so very long, the boy who asked question and slept in the sun as a pup with all four limbs in the air. I remember, I do not forget and yet that youthful look was short lived, that child replaced with an adult once more, a somewhat�.depressive one.

�Why, might I ask, do you seem to think that?�

Why on earth he feels his family would not care, much less not look for him I cannot say, with Iromar having once more resumed it�s ridiculous thievery I need my children where I can see them. Maybe he is grown now, but I am his sire still, I will always care for him. Fatherhood does not come and go, it does not pass. Until the day I die I will protect my son against everything in this world. It is simply the way it is, I have no other choice. He asks after his family, his siblings, the violet of my gaze resting against his own once more, pausing momentarily to listen to the world around us, old habits I suppose, never seeming to have shaken the assassins need to continue to check my surroundings all though for what danger I hardly knew as my attention returned to my son, meeting his azure gaze.

�Yes, everyone is safe although Iromar has become seemingly determined to target our family once more and if you continue to decide you wish to be foolish and live out her alone then I suggest you protect yourself and what is yours. As for what you have missed, Neveah grows more each day, she should know her half-brother, your nieces and nephews know little of you also. Isola and Kane bore another litter in the spring, two girls and boy, all healthy. When are you coming home?�

Abrupt maybe, but I never was the sort to mince words all that much and truly I would be far more content with my son at home where he belongs. His nieces and nephews barely know him, his own son is distant from him and I from him in turn. I dislike this disjointedness and truthfully, when I look to his gaze I see my Zeivah and some part of me is still unwilling to let her go, any part of her, any that small part of her within her son.

�I do not think luck is contagious.�

I allowed the slightest smirk to touch my lips as I regarded him, muzzle reaching out to press against his own in a slight moment of affection before returning it to myself.

� Do you intend to come home, Ashido? Your family misses you, Isola asks after you often. I assume your leaving was not some protest about my taking Zen for a mate? Azrael seems to have handled that in typical ridiculous style and I should hope you have not decided to act the same. I am not replacing your Mother, that simply cannot be done, so if that is what this travelling is about I would rather you ended it.�

the living legend
The Assassin King

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