I proudly stand beside Father as we continue to engage and our odd guest. Mother and Father taught me that I should always be on my best behavior when new wolves arrive. In fact I was allowed to visit them if I remain quiet, but if I speak I must be polite. After all I am a Princess and I must learn these things called…manners. I find manners is a must more easy thing to learn than walking around all graceful like. My massive paws, my powerful masculine chiseled frame, really do inhibit me from being so elegant like my Angelic Mother. I am sadden that I could not be as beautiful as Mother, but at least I carry her unique mark along my back. Yet as I stand here I simply observe and listen. Mother and Father always tell me I should listen before I speak…I am not sure why though…

It is when this white grey tipped wolf, this Zeus, explains just why he is coming to our lands. I find it abnormal that this wolf is coming to bring war to our lands to serve his purpose. I wonder if this is a simple ploy, a way to make my Mother give up her title. My family has own these lands for a very long time, right now we are in our second generation, but I hope to be the third generation to lead. No one has ever defeated Mother and Father. No one. They come and attack and they always fail. It is a wonderful thing I think. I was born after a battle from a pitiful and stupid wolf. Mother won and I was born, along with my smaller brother, and I am proud to say that I am a victory birth. As he continues to speak I notice my Mother coming and I cannot help but wag my banner. As she brushes against me I cannot help, but press into her side and nuzzle her gently underneath her chin, a welcoming sign to my Mother and Alpha, a gesture any child or follower would do. I have a crown upon my head and even I know it must be lowered slightly when she is present. Mother and Father are polite to this stranger denying him his wishes and my own brows furrow with confusion as his form changes into agitation. I take a bold step forward pressing my shoulder to my Mother and Father in a reassuring matter tilting my golden cranium to the side. My proud voice is filled with innocence as I speak happily.

“I have never met or heard of you before. You did not create me, Mother and Father did….by having sex. Then their parents had sex and made them. I don’t see how you could be involved on account of…none of us look like you Sir…and it takes only one male to get a female pregnant…and Mother is no whore.”

Well, I speak the truth. I know all about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees. I know how all creatures procreate. By having sex. But you must only have sex with your mate. Your mate has to be strong, healthy, kind, and of good strong bloodlines. That and I was never ever allowed to have a mate, because I was his baby girl. Father and Grandfather has told me these things. I am sure Mother would die of a heart attack if she knew I was given the sex talk. In fact I almost died when both my Father and Grandfather gave me the sex talk. I was not ready for this. I swore up and down that I would never have a mate, that I would never have an imprint, and my goodness so far I was doing pretty damn good at it. Besides what foolish male would try to take me as a mate or imprint when I have a Father and Grandfather that would rip them to shreds at the mere thought of wanting me for their own. Yet as Zeus continues to speak he grows only angrier. I do not appreciate him being so very unkind to my parents. They were kind and did not mock him. I know I shouldn’t do this, but I cannot help myself. I take a strong step towards Zeus, my golden ears pointed forward with interest, speaking gently, something so very foreign for me to sound.

“Mother and Father politely told you no. They know that no wolf here would follow you. We do not know you, we have never met you before, and ultimately we do not trust you. How can you blame us for not having trust in a wolf we’ve just met?”

My intense bright blue eyes, speckled with my Mother’s violet, stare into his own uncanny white eyes. The sun shines brightly upon my snowy pelt. My crimson flamed Angel mark puffed proudly from my chest. The sun shines brightly upon my Mother’s similar mark upon my back, my entire form has an eerie golden glow thanks to the sun. As my Uncle steps forward to rattle Zeus even more I cannot help, but shake my head. Spending time with Mother and Father taught me that I must be courteous to others. I quietly walk over to my dear Uncle and press my shoulder into his own. I look back to Zeus my voice still being polite as I attempt to repair whatever damage my Uncle had done.

“Sir, you say you are a God, and if that is so, wouldn’t you be benevolent to us, just as we are being to you? Yes, Mother and Father denied your request, but you should try to understand and put your paws in ours…we simply do not trust you and I hardly think you trust us either.”

It is when Voltaire shows up that I notice how Zeus’s eyes narrow and his growl carries the sound of thunder with it as he turns his attention from me and to the white pelted wolf with black legs. I cannot help, but growl ever so softly a gentle warning to the stranger. I step away from my Uncle and this time put myself between Zeus and Voltaire. I may still be a puppy, but I am so much bigger than an adult wolf thanks to my Father’s bloodline. I move myself in a defensive position. My golden ears flatten tightly against my golden crown as I stare down Zeus without hesitation or fear. I know he could easily bite me, but I have survived many attacks. The faint scars along my neck and back bear evidence- from Grandfather and Tobias, and I am more than happy to add more in my collection. My voice remains ever so soft, but it carries an underlining warning. See Mother…see Father…I can be polite and force to be reckoned with.

“If you created us Sir, then you must already know that Angels do not bow, we bow to know one, and we will shed blood only to protect the innocent. He is one of us…and he will not go with you.”

If you are going to go through him…then you are going to have to go through me- I dare you.

Player of Zeus: Please, do not skip me again in the thread order. Thank you.