I was not playing around with this female. She threatened me, and while she made no outward aggressive move towards my baby girl she was here and in the area of this insane female. For the moment Ninevah was tucked away safely, I didn’t see her which likely meant this black and crimson fem didn’t either. I have no idea what her problem is with me, but she’s one of those wannabe demons that reside in Iromar. I can smell the stench of her swamplands on her, her coat color, surely she is one of them. So there for I suppose she doesn’t have a reason. Father said they were stupid, foolish creatures that were attempting to battle a fight of pride and not intelliegence. I thought it changed after the war, that maybe they learned their lesson, but clearly there were still a few that needed to learn what us angels were made of. Let this be their final warning.

It was funny how often they threw themselves forward at us, and each time they mindlessly charged they were slain. This one was no different. I had the training to handle this situation my small form bends as I lung fangs finding the point on her jugular and tearing into it while suddenly she locked on to the back of my neck. She savagely tore into the back of my neck, it hurt but the scruff thankfully was not the most limiting part of my body. It didn’t mean it hurt I growled and snarled with each jerk the clean punctures in my opponents next turning to tears and I can feel her blood draining over my chin and down my chest. I let go, I can feel her life fading her attacks on my neck slowly down until soon she let go and stumbles back.

I do not hesitate to put her on the ground, driving myself forward even as she spurts some nonsense from her maw. I slam my small form into her to knock her to the ground, something that would have been impossible should she not have already been so weak. She snaps out towards me but her uncontrolled movements didn’t aid her in her aim as I moved in. She is stubborn, does she not know I will kill her? That I do not care if she lives or dies? She attacked me first after all, I have all rights to be going to my half-sister about their behavior and have our wolves crush those demons once and for all. Once she falls I place my paw on the side of her head, stopping her from trying to snap again.

”You attacked the wrong mother… and I have no idea who your ‘him’ is. Orion is the only one I love, not that this information helps you now.” I growl quietly at her stepping back away. I have no other riposte for her, knowing soon she will bleed out and die I don’t really have a reason to sink my daggers into her flesh again. I hurt, it is painful to move my neck but still I know I can make it back home with no issues and have a healer tend to me. ”Find peace in death.” I say at her moving towards my daughter with all the grace I ever held. For I was still an angel, injured or not I would move like one I would act like one.

I wait for her last death rattles moving to my little Ninevah, ”Come, we go home now.” there was no room for argument, my white spotted mark was painted with blood I needed healing and a bath to get this woman’s retched blood off of me. I would finish my little discussion about being a night angel later; she will inherit this day, these skills from me. I have killed but I feel no regret not when I spurred no action. Those Iromar scum hopefully would learn another valuable lesson today, but I will need to speak with Isola or Kane to be certain, and my mother to tend to me as well. She ruined a perfectly good day… and my hair. Well hopefully I won’t have half the disheveled look as my elder half-sister. Well if I did I knew I would at least wear it better. I give a half grin at that, looking to my little daughter again before moving again, holding my head high not glancing back at the death I left behind. Maybe I would see to her body being returned to Iromar. Maybe. But only after I handle my business.