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Must I do everything? Does my sister believe that all I do is wander around all day?

I sighed, content to mutter irritably to myself as I climbed the side of the mountain, my presence a representation of Diveen at this blessed event. Really, Isola and Kane and Heyel came to the last even Moonglow and Alcide staged- alright maybe their deaths wasn’t a staged event but it required effort nonetheless, must we really come to this burial too? We do not bury our dead, it is not the belief of Angels to do as such, a body is a body, we are taught that the light within us that makes us, well, us….a soul I suppose, is long gone once death has occurred, the body nothing more then a shell. Only children are buried. Thus in my opinion burying them is un-needed, but I suppose I can pretend to show some respect for the beliefs of others. Long limbs carried my alabaster form upward, Angel Mark glowing within the sunlight as each muscle rippled and rolled beneath the thickness of my pelt as I climbed higher and higher. Why the wolves who live here do so I can hardly say, who wants to live on an eternal hill? Are they not worries their puppies will just roll off the edge? I felt my lips curl slightly as I leapt atop the last rocky ledge, braking into a steady trot, slowing easily back to a walk as the scent of pack approached, hints of Moonglow and Alcide still remaining. I suppose some part of me finds it…honourable that they died together, then again I know already that a world without Andromeda would not be a world worth living in. How Isola survived the loss of Finley I will never know. An imprint is a thing unlike any other, an imprint whom is a mate another thing entirely. To leave this earth with an imprint is one thing…..to live without them another entirely and yet, perhaps Isola lived for Kane….for the children they now have.

I pushed the thought aside, wandering towards the gathered wolves as they began placing stones about the graves, eyes of violet blue moving to rest upon Purge, one eye lifting at the sight of her missing tail. Hmm, so this was the wolf whose paw Kane fractured and jaw Isola dislocated for attempting to take what is my families own and always will be. She is hardly attractive but hell, she must be a tough bitch. I’m rather surprised Isola managed to defeat her, then again, we are Angels- we are rather fabulous. For now though, I have a job to do, so I suppose I ought to do it. I moved to step forward, placing the long-stemmed flower atop the stone pile, Diveen’s offering, a flower given to bloom only their, a prayer in the latina murmured from my lips as I did so before stepping back, my presence a representation of all Diveen in this moment, our gift a token of remembrance- for a family whom has long been intertwined with our own- many of their children within Diveen now, Kane himself holding direct relation to Moonglow, the pack of the Mountain an extended family of sorts. I moved to dip my head once more, acting as tradition requires before turning at last to Purge. I will offer her the respect of keeping my posture…neutral, but no wolf of Diveen will ever bow to the mountain- that much has already been proven. One eye lifted slightly as I regarded the new Queen, content to look her up and down, my own height and weight far closer to her own then Isola’s, making it rather easy to look her in the eye, offering the words Isola had dictated be said.


”Diveen thanks you for your invitation, I am Azrael, full brother to Isola and I have come on behalf of my pack to make our offering. Isola plans to speak with you soon, Diveen has no interest in anything other then neutrality with Spirane."

Not peace, not war, merely….calm, or so I am told, though perhaps Isola will seek to select one or the other. As for whether or not Purge was sorry for their deaths I cannot say, I hardly belive so, nor do I believe this entire event is her idea alone. Perhaps she is merely smarter then she appears, else her advisor is…skilful. I dipped my head, briefly, to the ruler, moving to take my leave, halted briefly as my handsome head inclined to her once more.

”You are lucky Isola is benevolent and your pack is forgiving- or some of them are, anyway."

I would never have been, it is also no secret Purge has already been challenged for leadership. Really I would have made a far better leader then my sister, shame. My lip arched slightly into a grin before I moved to turn entirely, stepping quietly amongst the gathered wolves before turning to take my leave. The last words were my own, not Isola’s and not Diveens and yet I never did claim to be a good errand boy, did I?






AZRAEL

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