It was her scent within the air perhaps, that so alerted me to her arrival before her dark form slipped from the shadows of the trees to block the perfect sun I had so been enjoying. Ahh Ava. My relationship with the child I had raised, the daughter of my own Eris, my granddaughter for all whom believed my words, had forever been an…unusual one. As a child she had grown in my shadow, as a youth she had walked in my paw steps and in her adult-hood it had been….my children she bore. Perhaps I should regret such a thing, recoil in the shame of covering she whom I had raised as a daughter my own and yet could I deny the perfection of those we had born? It was from Ava my own image had been produced in the wake of Anselm and in that I cannot deny some sense of purpose or right, even if such knowledge eludes them still- although I had long since suspected that they two hold some fragment of knowledge. After all, they are MY children, their mind designed to be perfect, to be above all others, designed to lead and command, to ravage and dominate all those around them with the fury and dark presence that is Ava afflicted upon their blood. There are so many whom fear the dark wolfess, one crafted for so long within my own image and yet it never has been fear Ava has brought to me, some part of myself loves her, after all. I stood over her the night of her birth, watched beside her parents as she breathed her first and had stood over her again once more the night she bore our own children. I had known for a time most long that she did not approve of Zen- many did not and yet if I was given to pander to the ideals of children and lesser beings I would not nearly have been the veritable God I was- now would I?

Either way the matter remains to be seen. I have long since loved the girl, watched over her, admired her and indeed held some manner of respect for her power, her presence and nature. She is a creature to be respected- but feared? No. At least not by myself, her words and threats as empty as my own in that regard, the girl little more then shadowy talk and muted intention- even now her words hold bite and yet- she has always been simply….straight, honest and she says nothing I do not already know. Although really if she hadn’t wanted to be so entirely blunt about it I may not have minded. Either way I think I managed something akin to a chuckle, stretching easily forward once more to make better use of the suns rays before her smooth lyrics halted, my violet gaze given to roll ever so slightly in dismissive ease of her blather.

“Quoniam absque me mors natalitio Ava venatus, quod fit vestra convertere morsus habet tamen in me non tacebo forte videtur adhuc timet throat- mordebit descendit. Non reprehendo, quod non facile arcu.”
(Death has hunted beside me since the day of my birth Ava, as he does yours, he has yet to turn his fangs on me however, perhaps he does hold my throat- yet it seems he fears to bite down. I don't blame him, I never did bow easily.)

My tail merely flicked once more, violet gaze finding her own with a renewed spark and cunning that has long since dimmed along with my vision, flickered and stoked into life by her presence alone as I moved to seat myself more properly now, meeting her gaze levelly. Perhaps I am old, perhaps it does not become me, yet there are few whom have lived so long as I, none whom exist currently who can match my age and as much as manner may like to believe otherwise- I am strong, stronger then so many, that same strength seeing my form lifted and held now as I sat before her as I always had- defying what age seems so determined to make me appear as.

“Age, non one- Ava fit. Et assumam vos unum diem, videtur quod iaculentur nostri hostem vincere, hmm?”
(Age becomes no one- Ava. Yet one day it will take you too, it is the one enemy it would seem neither of us can defeat, hmm?)

One eye merely lifted, seeking her own thoughts on such a thing before my gaze moved away from her own, no longer caring to honour her with it, at least for now. To be honest, perhaps, I had expected Malina and yet…the girl remained illusive still, thoughts of her turned from my mind to focus upon the one daughter whom had sought my presence despite her determination to act otherwise.

“Dic Avah, quod nuper factum est ut curo audire in vita sunt?”
(So tell me, Ava, what has occurred in your life of late that I might care to hear off?)


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The Original Angel