I think this is going to be a most wonderful day for both of us. A mother daughter day. Something that will be treasured forever. My little daughter who mirrors myself and my mother will always hold such a close place to my heart. I treasure all my children, but she is my only daughter not to mention my baby having been born last in the litter. I love her so much she takes so much after me I can already see it. Her brothers out grow her, already leaving her behind but that doesn’t make her any more volunerable than them. She has to muscle her way with all three of them after all and end the end it will make her perhaps even tougher than I. I had no siblings to rough and tumble with when I was her age and sometimes I liked to think that was what it would have been like if I did. Saint… had grown quiet lately. It is strange I think, I wonder if he had spread himself thin watching over my children rather than constantly hovering over me.

Saintly, I miss him his conversations, his telling me what to do even, but he just grew more and more quiet as the bond between Orion and I grew stronger and stronger. I don’t blame Orion, he is the best thing that happened to me and now because of him I am a mother. I smile at my little girl as prances behind me so beautiful and graceful as her line dictates. She has my bravado for sure, but I didn’t expect any less from my little princess, the one who will be a night angel along side of me. She is so eager to learn, and I only can give a confident smile that mirrors my own father’s. ”Well we start by teaching you how to hunt. Cause then, you can use it on things bigger than you.” I say lifting my head up watching as my little girl is bounding about so proudly she is a head of me now, and perhaps it is that that causes my senses to wander. I am never unaware, it is in my training, my blood to always be watching my back… always having my baby there, well I was aware if leaf popped off a tree.

How could I miss that thick, putrid scent of swamp. My nose curled at the very smell, face wrinkled in distaste that cause the fur along my spine to stand on end. My face does not curl, does not snarl, that is an ugly look not befitting for me or the view of my daughter who stood not far in front of me. My face though no longer holds the sweet smile that I reserve only for my family but the look that sets on my face when I work. I had been training for this almost my whole life, this moment. Been prepared for it by the assassin King, killer of kings and queens himself. My father, the best assassin ever born, who rivaled even gods in greatness. Who can stand up to me, when I have been trained by the best and especially when they dare threaten me, my daughter here in nowhere. The foul creature.

I am not caught fully unaware, my form whips around like a dagger from a cloak eyes violet and emerald eyes narrowed with a look all on its own that should have been able to kill. Still my knives do not appear from behind the black lips, my body twists and I am happy I am so small. I move so quickly, eyes meeting the crazed one of the woman’s as a snarl, a disgusting sound, rippled from her maw. What a nasty creature all around and she so dare to threaten us! She is above me, thanks to her height and her jump and I do not hesitate to take the opening she so happily gave me. I give one snap upwards while she is in air, my fangs aiming for that all too tender throat while I feel her neck curl over my head and fangs dig into the thick fur of my neck that is testament to my lineage. It isn’t like she doesn’t take flesh, I feel the poke of fangs digging in and I would have been given to pull away but do that and it risks taking my form from being a wall between this crazy wannabe demon and my baby girl.

I had a plan for her this day, this wasn’t part of it, but now it would be her first lesson in what a night angel was and what she would be.