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Why couldn’t he have come to me? He’s the young one. Why should I have to walk ALL THE WAY from Diveen down to this godforsaken forest that heaven knows designed entirely for the displeasure of those of us whom take pride in our appearance. I had been here for barely three minutes and already thinks were tugging at my fur and threatening to undo a mornings worth of work. If I was thankful to Heyel for anything it was his choice to live in such open plains and away from bushes that seek to defile you with every misguided stride! I pity my grandchildren, forced to grow up in this….place, forced to forever suffer bushes and leaves and twigs and god knows what else. Then again, they have never known any different, surely they have never know what life might be outside of trees and as such perhaps, as they say, they are not missing anything. One day I would take them all to Diveen to visit their more traditional homelands and have them understand the vast superiority of the land their sire was born to, just as I was before him. We can only pray it is not to late and their minds are not to warped towards a love of….

”Something touched me.”

I am not entirely sure who I was talking to, large, snowy white paws halted upon the decidedly questionable earth as I turned to examine my left side where something, I am sure, had fallen against me. I will probably get fleas. Then I will go bald. Oh wouldn’t Ava just love that. I snorted at the mere thought, the words she had spoken to me about my own sire and herself still ringing within my ears and seeing my lip curl upward even now in decided displeasure. Eden- my brother- who would have thought of that? Anselm another brother and Ayal a sister. Some of my Fathers choices I truly do question, this perhaps one of his more….exuberant life choices. I hope Mother had words with him when he got to…wherever he went. I know I would have. I pushed the thoughts aside for now, eyes of violet blue opalescence peering around the forest before me, searching for any hint of Zaphkiel, my own son. He had summoned me here, the least he could do was be on time.

I paused briefly, assessing which way seemed a logical direction for the centre of the pack to be before I loped forward and towards it. Maybe I was a little older now but my stride was as smooth and fine as ever it was, tall, muscular form gliding forward, the thickness of my pelt hiding the scars from so many years as an assassin and the war wounds taken from the battle against Iromar. It was fortunate I suppose, that no one could truly see the scars, I preferred them to be hidden- maybe I preferred them all to think of me as little other then a slightly eccentric fellow with good hair. Some battles, after all, are better forgotten although truly I was a hell of a warrior in my day and I take some pride in that still. Guardian, in the least, having taken after me there. I liked that. I moved towards the centre of the pack, halting now, scowling at some dirt that was far too dirty before I simply sat to wait for my son.







AZRAEL

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"14 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen "