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I eased myself up from the sunny rock I had found. I’d been on my way home but I’d taken just a moment to rest before I did and really it’s not entirely my fault I fell asleep before I reached my mate and our den. Well- it had been just my den once, perfect and feather lined and the ideal design- then my Stella moved in and so did our first litter of children, followed by another and another and maybe I do complain a little, or a lot, but who would ever want to go back to an empty den when you could have one so entirely full of…life. I eased myself upward, white form breaking into a steady lope as I moved to answer the call of my mate. I do not…see her as much as I should, that I know. I am there at night of course, every night and yet I am so often away in the daylight hours that sometimes I wonder if she gets lonely, I suppose I should ask her and yet I suppose I don’t actually want to answer. I love my mate, truly I do, more so then any other, my heart beats in time with her own, my breath draws as she does and yet I never was good at saying it, at really saying it. I tell my children I love them, whispered those words as they slept and yet for Andro it is almost as if such a word simply isn’t enough. Heyel always said I was too emotional, always said I was more like a female then a male with the way I carried on and maybe that’s true, maybe I am a little high strung but if I have so many emotions then why can’t I say it to my mate as much as I desire? Why can’t I just tell her I love her every night. I hope she knows, truly I hope she does.

The blue of my gaze sought the bodies of those already there, three of my children in all different shades, including the form of Zaphkiel, the most wayward of my sons whom I cannot even remember when last I saw him. Although, maybe that was a lie. Starshade was by far the most wayward of all my children. I know he is well and healthy, Guardian has seen him only recently and yet still I cannot brin myself to go to Taviora anymore. There is nothing left to say between us. I only tried to help him, tried to…protect him from himself and he hardly understood, hardly seemed to care. Let him. I will always love my son and I will always watch over him but I simply no longer care to spend time with him. He makes me so….mad when I am near him, frustrates me with his ramblings and maybe I don’t understand him and maybe I never will but I tried…I tried so many times and he is grown now, his own wolf, what he does no longer my concern though I know it pains Andro that we do not speak. One day perhaps, though for now I still find only agitation in my eldest son. Why couldn’t’ he just be like his brother? Easy to understand. I shook the thought away from now, releasing a bark of sorts to announce my arrival as I moved to brush against each child in turn, muzzle pressed longer to Zaphkiel in an extended greeting before I moved at last to my mate and imprint, my soul and my all, reaching for her now and pulling her close and against me.

Even now, after all these years my soul still finds total contentment in hers alone, a rumble of pleasure moving within my chest as jaws parted to bite in a teasing manner at her ear, to encircle her large frame with my own with affection. I’d hated that once, hated how very large she was and yet now I can imagine nothing less, her own size surely the reason our children are exceptional, far better then anything Isola and Kane have every produced I am sure, maybe I am a little bias- but whose going to tell me otherwise?



”You look good in the sun, did I ever tell you that?"

They were little more then whispered words for her ears alone. So shoot me, maybe the children are old enough to hear but in my mind they are still the small pups that used to follow in my shadow. I moved to sit then, side pressing against Andromeda, towering from aglow within the sun as the red between my shoulders glowed with a light all it’s own, the blue opalescent of my gaze resting upon each child in turn. Ambrosia was by far one of my most beautiful daughters and yet I was rather annoyed to learn that the rest of Moladion had begun to notice. No one, I am sure, will ever be good enough for MY daughter. Mithos is as red and blazing as always, the perfection even Heyel never had and Zaphkiel, well, it is pleasing to see him home at last. I have lost one son, I hardly desire to lose another.

”Yes Zaphkiel, where have you been? I’m pleased to see you back although next time I’d rather you actually told me before you left, your Mother was worried sick."

And maybe I was too, a bit, but that does not seem entirely manly now does it? No, better that Andro be the one who was sick with worry rather than me. I think I may have managed a sideways glance in her direction, offering a momentarily guilty smile just for her…


AZRAEL

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