”Do not touch anything, do not even inhale too deeply I am having visions of pollen induced choking incidents and I am not trained for that sort of emergency mauver.”
Alright, maybe I was overreacting about the pollen and the leaves and the trees and the bark, rocks, sticks and dirt I have become convinced had become unholy representations of an impending apocalypse. What? I never have lived in a forest before and there is very good reason for that- yet another stick pulling at the white of my fur and sending me scrambling sideways and into Andromeda for the seventieth time since we had hit the borders of the Taviora pack. Perhaps I should have waited at the borders and yet really…. We had been allied to Coza for rather a significant number of years and I hardly have the time or patience to actually sit in an area full of trees and wait for somebody to tell me to come in. So I went in, leaving Andromeda to follow and fuss about manners as some low hanging branch attempted an assault upon me. This- I am sure, is what hell looks like. I’m not old and bitter, not at all- I just dislike trees and a lack of actual landscaping. I was annoyed about Diveen, that is my home and I have every intention of returning to it the moment one of the younger wolves returns it to our paws. Honestly how long can it take to snap that twig of an Alpha? Kane is aged, battle worn, not nearly at his best and honestly I have very little belief had Covet fought a young Angel he would have found himself flattened upon the earth, hell, I think even Isola would have walked all over him. I never did like Kane.
Alright that’s a lie- I find him tolerable even though he is black and overly heavy and lacks knowledge of hair. At least my Celeste understood, she alone a shining example of our bloodline and sure to have just as much difficulty with the trees because she too would-
”Andro! Do not move- you have been…infiltrated by some form of tree dwelling worm of unfathomable horrendous colouring.”
It was a caterpillar of some description, surely fallen from a branch and yet the sight of it amongst the fur of my mate and imprint was so very distressing I found my paws jerking to a stop- forcing Andro to stop behind me. I blame Kane for this, all of this, I was forced to leave my home because I will not bow to any imbecile that would dare accuse my son of a crime he never committed and yet damn well should have. No one…no one insults my child and removes him from the pack he was born in without consequence. Covet’s words having done nothing more then earned him an utterly empty pack land. Good. I hope he died. In fact if he sets one foot outside of his precious little land I will flay him myself. I have always been a better fighter then Kane and Isola anyway- but back to the caterpillar. I paused to reached for a twig, snapping it off in my jaws- one end held firmly between my teeth, the other used to attempt to pry the insect off her- they are insects right? After successfully managing to stab her twice I finally managed to flick the bug from her before spitting the stick to the foor- where was the nearest stream in this godforsaken land?!
”This Andro…this is how we die. Forget the grandchildren, forget Starfall and Zaphkiel and Solaris and Shiloh and anyone else we are related too this is a demonic forest and if I knew how to get out I would.”
I am not that emotional. Not at all. I managed to stumble out and into a clearing of sorts, giant form heal tall all the same as the scent of Coza suddenly seemed so very strong, the Alpha himself suddenly coming into view. The blue violet of my gaze narrowed in suspicion, ears flattening in agitation as my heckles lifted at the sight of the forest Alpha- voice rapidly rising in tone as I strode towards him.
”Coza! What hell pack land do you call this? We have been attacked, assaulted, smacked by unruly branches, bombarded by plague proportions of bugs, I have stains in my fur that may never come out! I demand a den and a good one, none of this inside a log nonsense. Your best den. I also demand directions to a river and demand the presence of Starfall and and Zaphkiel when they have the time and I- oh, Stella, should I demand something for you I’m on a roll here.”
Maybe I shouldn’t shout, maybe I should be grateful but really- when has that ever been my style? What? I’ve had a rough day and I have a lot of feelings that all seem to have become rage.
AZRAEL
"14 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen " 