= I Dropped My Halo =

I truly have no desire to hunt. I don�t need to. Others bring me my food on commanded because really, when you are the greats and most successful wolf this land has ever seen you are really not required to hunt. In fact, the entire purpose of my presence within these moments was to watch this group fail, or at least, to see the first of the males get his head kicked in. So shoot me, I�m a little sadistic, assassin training dies hard. I�m also a little bored and such a feeling never did sit well within myself. Boredom has always seemed rather inclined to get me into trouble and yet, for now, I see little chance of such things among this assembled group of�..nothingness. honestly, the lot of them should be ashamed they exist. Then again I suppose very few can claim as myself, very few stand as veritable gods among mortals. Perhaps one of them shall one day sire a lineage and reign so long and undefeated as myself and my family and I shall be forced to eat my words. I doubt it truly I do, but I suppose I can allow for some surprise in my life. Then again- I am so rarely surprised by anything anymore. Perhaps it is a perk of being older, I truly have seen it all.

Long white limbs slowed in their easy lope as I paused upon the tree line, downwind of the elk they seemed to be hunting, after all, sadistic I may be but I hardly see the need to stampede the creature. No. I would much rather watch this little rag-tag bunch flounder about while I chuckle. The girl I suppose, is redeemable, if only for her rather lovely pelt, the males however I hold little interest in, jaws parting in a yawn that displeased every whitened tooth before the violet of my gaze lingers upon this small gathering before me, tail wrapped about my paws- although truly, if any of them can be given to see my flawless pelt within the snow I would be rather surprised. Winter is the one time I am gifted with the ability to hide, the single season in which I remain able to move the way a black wolf so often does in the dark. It is a blessing I suppose to hold a single season where the world bows to the Angel race.

My lips inclined upward in the barest of smirks, allowing such momentary amusement to grace the perfection of my features as I became rather content to relax, remaining away from the group for now, merely observing as I have so often done. I suppose I may be willing to admit that retirement never really had suited me, that finally releasing my throne to Isola had perhaps been one of the more difficult choices and yet, such is life. For my lineage to continue it required younger blood and Isola has proven a rather exceptional choice over the years. Even if Azrael will never believe it so. I am not often given to moments of nostalgia, I refuse to allow such things to take hold within my mind and yet, I remember still a field like this�..so many years ago. I remember Zeivah, every touch and every sound�.and I remember her dying, I remember seeing my mate of so many years disappear in flames and I wonder indeed if she would be proud. She was the better of us, she was the greater. Why should she have died when I lived? Why should I have seen my grandchildren and great grandchildren thrive when it was always she that had doted over puppies? I wonder perhaps, if she had done such a thing simply to spite me and I wonder indeed if my Eris is with her, if Kael and Lucifer still rest beside her, if Saintly and Cat Eye linger amongst them.

To los a mate is one thing, to lose an imprint another and to lose a child something else all over again. Perhaps that is my punishment for ruling as I did, for the lives I have taken and indeed there are many. Perhaps this is fates revenge- that I should live to see all those around me die one after the other, that I should outlive even some of my children. Emotions are a wasted thing, this I have always believed and yet�.is it better to have loved then to have never felt at all? I snorted lightly, amused at my own ridiculous and stupid thoughts, pushing them away for now as flakes of snow fell against the luxuriant thickness of my pelt. One more winter. One more winter I have lived and Lucian thought I would never make it, some many havr tried so hard to see my downfall, Iromar still continues with some weak little effort and Tobias still waits in the dark- and yet still I live. Hmm, I suppose I really am a God. Now, please, if you all don�t mind, I�d like to witness an elk hunt. Proceed and make it good. You do not want to disappoint your King do you?

the living legend
The Assassin King, The Jester King, The Angel King, Mate of Zen, Sire of Rejya, Isola, Aaliyah, Azrael, Sinopa, Lucifer, Kael, Calista, Ferox, Ashido, Oswin, Neveah, Saintly, Eden, Anselm, Ayal, Eris, Ava

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