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Had I actually been able to see into the mind of my son I may well have been impressed with his thoughts, if not marvelled by entirely how alike I had been to the boy when I had been his age. I had held much the same ambitions and desires and utterly restless spirit that had seen me do quite a number of things I think are better forgotten- the sort of things I tell my own children off for if only because I used to do them and know entirely what they are getting up too. I had craved it once, that same burning blood and beating heart and desire to run so fast I thought my legs might very well fall off. I had been a Prince then- I suppose I still was, it is not a title that can be lost and yet it is a title I had forever been assigned to wear it would seem. Isola should never have been chosen. Don’t get me wrong- I adore my sister, she is my blood and worthy of her place and yet…still, it should have been me. Evidently I was always a disappointment to my sire, even if I was his first born son and true heir, apparently I had far more suitable brothers and sisters. They all said it was because we were alike, Heyel and I, so alike that we apparently cannot stand to be with each other which really I don’t think makes a lot of sense. I see much of myself in my own children and I hardly dislike them for it. After all- who could be better then me? What could be wrong with miniature versions of me? I suppose Andro helped, at least a little bit. Either way, I merely focused my own spirit into becoming what I was- although truly I would have liked to have heard I was a sharpened blade. That has a nice ring to it.

”I am sure your Mother will appreciate them- I don’t much like the colour though, bring a dove next time."

Why lie to the boy? I like white feathers much better then black, though truly I managed a grin for him all the same. Catching a bird at all was hardly a small achievement although truly he seemed far more inclined to tell me about his abilities to take on cougars, a scoff parting my lips now. What? Who said fathers have to be overly supportive and tell their children everything they do is wonderful and worthy of praise? He should have a good dose of reality- even one tainted with humour as I teased at him now- my Father never joked with me, never played….

”I suppose you’re lucky it wasn’t a flying cougar then aren’t you? "

One eye of violet blue merely lifted upward in a good natured jest, another chuckle upon my lips before I turned away once more, one paw reaching out to pull the feathers towards myself to take back to Andromeda later as my son seemed to find himself disgruntled for a few moments, my own tail flicking in amusement although really I suppose that was a sign of my own good mood- any other day I may well have been determined to give him a lecture on his own mood. The boy suddenly blurting out his next request however saw a moment of…confusion touch my ever handsome features. He was…asking me about girls? He had an imprint?

”Since when did you get yourself an imprint and decide your Mother and I did not need to know- who is she? Who are her parents? "

Alright- maybe a little direct. I shifted slightly, at least attempting to look a little less flustered and at least let the boy finish as he spoke of this…other girl. Hmm, the soul and the heart, one tangle I suppose I never truly had to face and yet for some reason found myself at least attempting to…help him, I suppose. Isn’t that my job as a parent? Although no one ever said anything about these sorts of questions, my own features frowning slightly.

”These…aren’t exactly easy questions Zaph I…well. You come from a very long line of wolves whom reject their imprints. Heyel rejected his for my Mother, Isola rejects her’s for Kane, Devil spent years trying to make both of them happy and in the end he lost both and now he lives in a hole like a hermit. You can live a normal and happy life by choosing heart over soul- you will need to see your imprint though, you will need to touch her as she will need you- but you do not have to be bound together. Heyel lived for years without his, they would meet, every now and then for an hour or so and that was it, they would talk and go home to their mates. I never liked your Mother at first, don’t tell her that though."

I paused, briefly, to smirk at that memory.

”But in time things changed, there never was another- she is every part of me. An imprint is chosen at birth for you by your soul, she is your perfect match- or so they say, but we still have choice, Zaphkiel. I cannot make that choice for you, heart or soul is your decision- but do not ever pick both. That will lead you only to ruin. Choose one or the other and make that your one and only choice. You need to decide if you will follow destiny or fate, soul or heart, no one can decide that but you. You must be willing to allow your imprint to be with another though, if you do not choose her and I was not willing to allow that, I couldn’t bear even the thought, so Andromeda became my all, but it does not have to be the same for you. If you desire this Gaia to be just your friend then so be it, follow heart instead. My choice was easy, I suppose- there was never another, never, I saw no one else but Andromeda, it was a love all-consuming for me. If you….find yourself drawn to another then perhaps….you have already made your choice. No world existed for me outside Andromeda, yet for you….it does. It is just a thought, I cannot make that choice for you. You must decide what you want. Who is this other you have found?"




AZRAEL

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