= I Dropped My Halo =

Hmm, I think she thinks she�s funny, or more so, she believes she actually has a chance in this verbal brawl, it is mildly endearing perhaps to know my soul at least believes she is quite the conversationalist- time would tell indeed whether or not such a thought proved true. As it was I allowed my own smile to simply tease upon my lips, the simper far more suited to my own glorious fa�ade then the girls own and yet really, with a little help she would wear it well. She does have rather the face for it after all. White, as they say, goes with everything. Including cynical gestures of mockery. Her words however, see one eye curve upward with delicate ease. Know nothing of her? Perhaps in some sense and yet the very beat of her hear can be felt within my chest, I know her far more intimately in this moment then I believe she has ever been known. That�s something now isn�t it?

�Hmm, I hardly think I could feel more aged if I tried darling, as it is I am wiser then you- it comes with the territory, thusly it was not so much derogatory as plain truth though I know enough of you to know you will continue this argument if I allow you and thus I shan�t. On to other matters.�

My own words left little room for interpretation, content to cut off any retort she may have had as my tail moved to loop about my paws, as thick and white and fluffy as it had always been. It is a perk of being white I suppose, that age simply does not show on myself as it does for Devil or Kiska, or any others given to hold both a dark pelt and age, my own from appearing as entirely as immortal as so many seem to believe and yet really this girl seems rather unimpressed with me, honestly, was she hoping for better? I do believe there isn�t anyone better, in fact, she should be holding a veritable celebration over the fact she has earned herself by far the most superior of imprints. As it is she seems almost pleased to have annoyed me. Odd girl. My mention of my own bloodline however, seems to force some semblance of a reaction for the lovely girl of white, the growl that finds her throat a curious thing before her words slip forth once more. Hmm, it would seem I shall not be given to work hard to dissuade her from what may well be her enemies now more then ever, the fools of Iromar seeming to have done it for me, the rage within her flickering momentarily into myself by way of that tiresome tether that binds us.

�The wolves of Iromar are not demons, Chicka, there a few whom may truly carry that title, they simply like to lord such a name under the belief it will make others fear them. A true demon is a creature unlike any other, an eater of wolf flesh, the truest demon in all Molaion is not even permitted within those lands, so at best they are obnoxious and unattractive members of a swamp squatting, fading bloodline that enjoys mauling others for apparently no reason. I think it�s the mud, all that mud�.effects the mind.�

I rolled my shoulders in a shrug of sorts, content to the truth of my words before a hissing snicker fell from my lips, teasing at her, words evidently holding some amusement as I offered them. There are few True Demons on this earth, Iromar filled with rather a number of pretenders although really if they like to carry the title I hardly see fit to tell them otherwise. I enjoy the Title of God, it does not make it true, and though I am content to believe I am closer to such a name then any one before me, a satisfied grin touching my lips once more before the girl continued. Even so, I should look forward to finding out whom may have been responsible for her scars, the violet of my gaze held upon them briefly, her words clipped short and as such I see no need to press for such information now. That will be for a later time, her new phrase seeing my interest spiked once more at her mention of her pack, the mountain, a pack now under the guidance of Purge.

�You are aware then, little Chicka, that your current Alphess has ties within Iromar, hmm? That she is something of a sympathizer to their sad little cause? Tell me then, Natu, would you so willingly ally with those responsible for your�.discord?�

At least this is what I choose to believe. I hardly knew if it was true. She had come to her fight with Isola smelling of that swamp pack and what other business could she have there? That she has visited Iromar before is enough to make me believe such things and indeed, true or not, I see no need not to spread shameless propaganda against her. Natu will hardly know the difference. I am not the greatest King this land has ever seen because I am a damn fool now am I? In fact, I�m rather the cunning fellow and I see not need not to utilize a mere smidgen of my ability now, having let it lay dormant for so long and allow Isola to lead unhindered. Although really I am entirely sure she should do rather a number of things better, for now however my attention is entirely upon my new found soul, her muzzle leaned forward in that moment as her words are spoken in a teasing manner as if we share some tasty secret that only brings a grin to my lip, tail waving in passing good humour as I move to abruptly pull my muzzle away from her own, refusing her touch for at least a moment more despite the protest of my inner self.

�Indeed, they are rather full of themselves, an agitating trait, but a desirable one. It breeds confidence and confidence breed dominance which breeds warriors and leaders alike, almost every droplet of the blood within that line selected to be as such- because I made it so.�

My lips moved to spread into a ready grin now, violet gaze seeking her own as that smirk curved upward, her mind perhaps reading between the lines of the words I spoke, each entirely true, my bloodline very near perfect save for the occasional interruption�.like Zildjian or that fellow Sinopa allowed to breed her. Honestly I dislike infusions of unknown blood. A matter for later perhaps.

�As I have already said, I am Heyel. But perhaps you did not know I am named for the Angel of the wild? Or that my mate, once, was the Angel Zeivah. I am the founder, if you will, of the bloodline that dominates this land and Diveen. My blood runs in the veins of every �Angel� within the land making me it�s patriarch I believe. So congratulations Natu, you have earned yourself quite the imprint, you have also become a liability and a danger to myself. The wolves of Iromar cannot know of this bond, they cannot know of you and as such, I will be utterly blunt, you are no longer safe in any place, in any land or in any pack save Diveen, especially if you have placed yourself beneath Purge. How open are you to changing your pack allegiance, hmm?�

If I need to be a little more convincing, then I will. I can be oh so determined when need be.

i dropped my halo
Soul of Natu

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