The rather abrupt fall of the Angels held little sway for one such as I. I was not born of the plateaus and high shining places where the air is dry and the ground grits about your nose and mouth and lips. I am grateful mother saw fit to bring me and my demon broodlings into the world in the far more appealing environment of cool darkness and stone, down in the depths of the Grotto's subterranean catacombs. It is Furian Blood which rages through my veins and it is only another Furian that could ever hope to glean any measure of loyalty or obedience from me.
As such, I have been compelled to remain close to my mother... choosing to linger in the realm of diveen until the end of her pregnancy. But even after the little mongrels were brought into the world, my instincts detected a subtle change in Mother's disposition. I have watched her from afar like a shadow not so unlike Arcturus, though far more independent... I do not stray too close to her new litter nor the bastard that sired them. My Sanguine appetites would put the whelps in danger, regardless of their blood tethers, and Mother knows my hungers. She would not tolerate my venturing too close. But I am a satellite ever in orbit, ever observing. It is a curious choice, to make the pilgrimage to Asteraia, and I must assume it was the decision of Mother's new Den-mate more so than hers.
I do not think it is of my persuasion to submit to any other alphaships... in truth it is my desire to seek out my sister Bella's whereabouts, but not until I see Mother is settled into a new place, and have the assurance that she will not be met with hostility.
As they reach the borders, I am a trailing echo of their progress, eyes trained upon the distant figure of my mother who all but lets herself be pulled asunder by the hungry mouths of her babes. By the time I am within earshot of the family, they have been met by two white wolves who are near depictions of the angel-pelts in Diveen. I slink along the peripheries of the group, settling silently unto my haunches several yards away, but positioned close to my mother. Exotic mask and dark indigo pools watch the father-son pair curiously. I had heard tale tell that Asteraia was the home of monsters... but I do not find these two so fearsome. Particularly the yearling. I flash him a sharp, shark-like grin.
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