It was cold. In fact- it was more than cold, it was snowing. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the snow, it is perhaps the only season in which the stark white of my utterly flawless pelt can actually blend in. More so…my feet are cold. I don’t like cold feet, I find it agitating, almost as agitating as I find patrolling this dead end of Moladion. Honestly, I very much doubt anything of actual interest has ever occurred here much less any activity that requires my intervention. Being heroic isn’t entirely glamorous all the time, in fact, rather large portions of it are spent staring at nothing, the beautiful violet blue of my gaze wasted upon staring at the expense of this snow covered field upon which I was very near invisible as I wondered. Why it is the job of the Diveen pack to maintain land-wide peace I hardly know, not that the Diveen pack is actually given to take on this arduous task, no, just the pack assassins whom seem to lack the spine to tell their 23 year old leader that maybe they don’t want to march through the snow for half the day making sure nothing interesting is happening along our borders. Alright- so maybe it’s just me that doesn’t have the spine to tell my sire that it is time for another to take over the control of our order, someone younger, stronger and equally (if not better) looking. Someone like, well, maybe even me. It’s not like I’m afraid of the old man or anything it would just be disrespectful to challenge him. Yeah, that’s it- disrespectful.
I huffed lightly, breath rising within the air as I moved, each long limb carrying my frame easily across the frosted ground, muscle rippling beneath those thickened strands of luxuriant fur as the sun lit each hair to white gold. The scents here were old, no wolves of Iromar having travelled this way in some weeks, if not months, my sweet sister surely pleased to know her perfect world was far from toppling. Alright, maybe I’m a little bitter, it’s been a bad day, a long day really and yet another one in which I have spent away from my Andromeda. Maybe I’m getting a little tired of working full time, maybe……I’m getting older.
I pushed the thought away with perhaps far more venom then I needed, unwilling to allow such a thought to take hold within my mind. I wasn’t that old, not really, not yet, hell- if blood was anything to go by I still had another 12 years left to live before I even came close to the age my own sire was and the damn bastard was still alive. It was almost as if he just kept living to spite me. I think I may have even managed a grin of sorts, I don’t hate Heyel, we just- never really got on I suppose…..just like myself and my own son, my firstborn, my Starfall. I sighed, pausing atop a small rocky outcrop that looked over the field, my own thoughts wandering towards my wayward child, one of the many I had fathered over the years and yet the single son in which no longer sought any contact with myself. I only wanted him to be….normal, I just….don’t know why I waster my thoughts on him. I paused to seat myself now, thick tail curling about my paws, opalescent eyes of violet and blue lingering upon the field before me, searching for any sign of movement. Maybe I could….arrest someone…just for kicks and to take my mind off my wandering and long lost son.
AZRAEL
"11 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen " 