Some part of myself, perhaps, had believed that the white one of the fields would not come. Perhaps I had believed ill of her, had allowed my mind to be taken with other thoughts that were sinful to consider in their entirety without true based to be judged upon and yet- perhaps this is the result of the life I have lived, that I have come to think poorly of those whom hold a certain ideal, a certain manner- one much used, much tried- and much failed. Heyel spoke often of the stories of old, of the days when Moladion was laid out otherwise and the pack of Trenus rose like a kingdom above all others. I remember Trenus, I remember the heated red sands and plateaus that reached for the heaves. I remember those whom called it home and even so many years later a smile is given to adorn my lips in the knowledge of this. Yet it is thoughts less pleasant that tangle within the confines of my mind this day, thoughts brought about by the tales my sire had whispered to my ears when I was old enough to hear them. Many had risen against Trenus, just as many had risen against Diveen in it’s time. All had been put to rest, all had failed in their task, for the blood of Angel is….more than any other, or so they say. A potent force, one that breeds a perfection of body and mind, one others grow jealous of perhaps and yet I am inclined to disagree. I believe much of my Father’s….unique nature had brought such strife upon him and yet within his time he had relished such delight in this. It is not who had risen against my pack of past and present- but what that so inclines the violet of my gaze to frown upon the distant fields that I perceive from my throne. I do not like to have such thoughts, it is bothersome to my mind and my nature, for never, ever again will I lead my pack to the fields of war- never. Yet still such thoughts pull at my mind.

They had been called Demons once, a name that has lost favour it would seem with the failings of Baphomet and those whom had come after him, though perhaps none had been so unfortunate of mind and nature as Ishtar- for she would not see sense, she would see nothing but the blood she sought and she had paid for her actions against us- though I had desired it not. The name Damon had faded with its leaders, Iromar ruled now by one I believed- to be of sound mind, so much so my own son had taken his place amongest them and in this I was well pleased. Yet still my thoughts would not ease. The name ‘Demon’ may be gone, yet those whom would worship it are not. They rally beneath another banner, or so I belive and it is this that inclines me so to summon their leader so I may look upon her for myself. It is the actions of the present and the lessons learned that prevent the past from repeating and yet it would seem it is most determined to do so- even….her name returns.

I moved easily to answer the call she offered, pleased at least that she sought to accept my invitation. I cared little for that which she may see within my packs lands- I intended not to allow her within the depths of my land, yet the outskirts and vast plains I held no mind to keep from her- such things could be seen readily from my borders as it was and I am given to be thinking it should not matter at which range she views them. My own form of snowy white is given to grace smoothly atop the earth, my ruff lopsided ever so slightly, the wound of the war against the Purge that had sought to act against my pack- and fallen, just as all the others whom sought to break themselves upon the walls Heyel had built so many years ago. The red of my Angel Mark was cast aglow within the warmth of the sun this winter day, form slowed upon my approach to dip my head in greeting and allow a small most pleasant to trace my lips as the violet of my gaze found her own- for I am pleased to see her this day even if the resemblance is a thing most…surprising.

Such surprise perhaps is clear within my delicate features this day as my paws halt before her, ears held forward as it is she speaks her own greeting, head nodded once more.

“Isola is being my name, of Heyel and Zeivah- though perhaps you is being too young to know of such wolves as my sire and dam and such names are mattering not. Even so I is thinking Isola is being my name and you is being welcome to use it if you is liking.”

Queen of Diveen is…being long after all, my words thickly accented as my muzzle extended briefly to her own in the greeting of Angel, a myriad of scents upon her pelt although one among them seemed….familiar, aged and yet known to my mind all the same, a look of curiosity given to adorn my features before it was dismissed and my form was given to shift, moving to step aside and allow Jaidah to step within my borders should she desire it.

“I is thinking it is a day for walking, perhaps you will wander this border with me so it is I may speak with you, my mind is most busy with thoughts, yes.”

I waited, assured she would follow before it was I moved to step forward, strides long and smooth with each pace as I moved to lead her along the border line and towards the more remote regions of my pack, those guarded by Elijah, Maddox, Guardian and Azrael upon their patrols and yet lived in by no others, this part of Diveen made of rock and earth and little else- though the prey upon it was ever bountiful and for that I was greatly pleased.

“I is being pleased you is coming this day, Jaidah- for there is a matter to which I am wishing to discuss, perhaps two though I will come to this later. Is you knowing that many years ago there is another of your name, she was as you, white and green eyed- are you perhaps a descendant of she?”

There is reason to this question, though perhaps she will see it not- there is reason to all an Angel asks, after all. I paused, silent yet again, awaiting her response to this before speaking once more.

“Is you knowing anything of this wolfess whom is coming before you, this one being named Jaidah in the years before you is being born? I is being in my thirteenth year, soon to be my fourteenth and I have been Queen since the age of four when it was Heyel is giving to me his crown. I is seeing many things in this time, I is knowing many things and I is thinking if you should care to hear it, I is wishing to be telling you…….story you is needing to hear and to understand.”