I suppose her scoff was to be expected, her features contorted into a look of utter displeasure at my response to her words, as if the silver-hued girl was of the opinion that her will power alone was enough to re-create my damaged ear if she merely desired it enough. For some time indeed even I had been of a rather similar opinion, myself having been no more then five years of age when it occurred and as such the rather dramatic toll this had taken upon the aesthetics of my appearance had resulted in a rather spiralling depression for several months in regards to the fact that my perfection had been rather….blemished. What can I say? I had been as Celeste, as Celeste has every right to be, a veritable god amongst mortals by way of appearance and to have lost my ear in such a manner had been a rather crushing blow and yet…..to a certain extent it had been the making of myself. After all, what could I have done about it save for accept the mistake as my own Master had so unhelpfully suggested so many years ago. Within my career, within my art- mistakes result in death, to have escaped as I did was lucky enough, or so he suggested, that I merely wear it as a mark of that luck having resulted in my snapping at him and storming off in rather attractive style. To admit Ilo had been right however was….a reluctant admittance, my white form evidently having decided that perhaps he was correct (after much contemplation and attempting not to see my own reflection). If I couldn’t change my appearance then I’d damn well make it work, I’d make it my own and so I did- my torn left ear slowly having become my own personal….mark of sorts, a manner of identification nearly as infamous as myself and I suppose in time I had rather become…fond of it. Although really I think ‘disfigurement’ is taking it a little far Celeste.

“Perhaps the memory is terrible and yet the result was not. Perhaps you too should be thankful for it, the wolf who took my ear missed my throat, had he gotten hold of that even you would cease to exist, Baby Girl.”

I merely chuckled softly, a smirk of sorts lacing my features as my muzzle moved to bump against her in a manner almost playful, teasing loosely at her in this moment before stilling once more, allowing my ears to prick forward atop my skull, the tattered and torn left one held upright in the same manner as it’s right-sided brother- merely missing the peak, Celeste asking the ‘how’ that so many of my children and grandchildren have asked over so many years.

“I killed a wolf’s mate and he did not take it well, I did not manage to escape before he returned to the cave and in the battle that followed I lost much of that ear. Yet the fault was mine. I was young, very young, your age and I did not do what my training dictated. As I have said however, Deaths jaws took my ear, but they missed my throat and I do not think that a too terrible mark to wear as compensation.”

To a certain extent I suppose I may have even been proud of it, that single moment within my history evidently having set the tone for much of my existence sense, death so many times seeming to have missed his grip upon my throat although even I am not entirely foolish enough to believe that his next shot…whenever that may be will be far harder then any before it to dodge. My question in regards to my granddaughters experience with boys have did not exactly achieve the answer I had been so hoping for, one eye lifting ever so slightly in momentary bemusement at her response, the girl seeming to have missed the point entirely as to what I was actually asking her. Well- at least I am rather thusly assured she has not been off seeing to many boys, considering her response seems to hold a steadfast belief that everyone is of equal interest within her perfect form. For a moment or so I may have even managed yet another grin, a momentary taint of humour upon my lips as she sat so proudly before me, assured myself and Azrael were the only ones given to value her hair as properly as we should, head dipping in a nod.

“Hmm yes, it is a shame so few these days are given to appreciate the perfection that is fur. You Celeste will be tasked with educating those around when I am no longer here to do it. I expect great things from you, do you understand? I expect you to tell everyone you meet how better to do there hair, do not disappoint me now.”

What? I think she needs to feel at least a little bit important, more so then she perhaps already does. After all, I wear far more then just one crown and it my title as undisputed King of Hair Care that I am entirely content to pass to Celeste alone- after all, I have ever belief that this part of my legacy, at least, will thrive well within the girl. As for the matter of boys however- well, it would seem such a thing eludes her still, though for how long I cannot say. Sooner or later there is sure to be a boy given to discover Diveens Jewel and desire her for himself.

“Well, they are right to admire you, they can only dream of coming close to your perfection. I do wonder though, has your Father, Azrael…spoken to you of boys, Celeste?”



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The Original Angel